A Moment of Anxiety: Choice
A moment of anxiety
this is where your tightrope snaps
So you have a choice
To grab onto the rope and swing
try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got
bruise your knuckles on the rocks
Or you have a choice
To
fall
in
And bruise your concious on the rocks
And spill the blood
from your veins
As
you
fall
onto
the
pavement
at
the
bottom
So what do you choose?
Sure the choices suck
But you have a choice
Isn't that better than one?
Or none?
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