A voice filters through
Of what it said
I know not
"Choose"
Comes the voice again
Demanding to be heard
Choose
My mind drifts
Already knowing what it meant
But not knowing
Whether or not
To
Choose
Each way
Around
Is a path
A path
Waiting to be neared
Waiting to be walked
Waiting to be Chosen
But it all feels like
A Mind Game
YOU ARE READING
Insight
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