Next Chapter
I have been handed a pen
Instructed to write the next chapter of my life
But the only words I seem able to conjure
Describe either unattainable fairytale or repulsive nonfiction
.
I must write before I live-
I must attain some semblance of a plan
(Plans are often altered, but are nonetheless necessary)
Life will move forward without heed to my plight
It will not wait for me to make up my mind-
What tragedy it would be to find the doors I wished to open
Locked from prolonged indecision
.
Oh what do I want, what do I want, what indeed?
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