The fork in the road

Good people with their inner evils. Bad people with their good intentions. I’m just sitting on the fence, neutral and content with a lack of friends. Watching the sides tug-o-war. Seeking out what vibes, you can say I am the type to watch the world burn.

There’s no black or white, no edge of night, no appetite, no afterlife. There is only a mind within a flask, and a dime for each task. There’s a face behind each mask, and a truth behind the glass.

Bad people with their good intentions. What a waste to be placed in a place that’s misplaced. I have no sentiment.

Good people with their inner evils. Some are content, with being hell-bent pretentiously equipped, accumulating false sense of investment.

It’s sick, the eclipse. Two sides… Two cliffs… 

I prefer the fork in the road. It’s a pleasant place to wait and sit.