Paper Cut Eyes

Thinking of a future

Thinking of a future

"My dear, you have every choice in the world."

I just wish I didn't.

Torn between two different worlds,

cope with that I couldn't.

Between a pen and a paintbrush,

scrubs and a scalpel.

It's all inside of me,

how do you choose who you want to be?

"What do I do?"

"Darling it's up to you."

Who am I now?

What if I choose wrong?

Become a slave to convenience?

My heart is tearing up my mind,

and vice versa.

Doesn't everyone wish to find

where they truly should belong?

Do contrasts like these,

ever find peace?