Ever wonder why you did something you did
Sometimes I wallow in the actions I take
Seems like a bad idea , yet I did the bad idea
It's almost like destiny takes control, this is my fate
Yet still, it was a choice I made, a choice
I could have stopped myself, or am I weak
Maybe it's a fight against my own will, a fight of wills
Which one wins? Is the future bright or bleak
Sometimes, there's a indescribable pull, sometimes
Other times, it feels like a fork in the road, a choice
So what does it mean, does it mean it's written
My free will nonexistent? I have no voice?
Maybe there are forks in the road
but maybe there are permanent paths to take
Choices to make, yet a direction I must take
The fishes and the gift seem permanent
But her?
she feels like a choice, but the only choice
At least for the moment
I have to see it through, I hope she sees me too.
For our fates have intertwined
We have yet to feel ourselves over glasses of wine
I'll see you for coffee, if I don't end inside a coffin
Ever wonder why you did something you did?
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
