I wrote this when I was told to make a decision about leaving home.
Two paths cross my heart,
And I don't know which to choose.
I could win, I could lose.
The darkness of consequence,
Will tear me down,
And I need to tread away.
The burning beams of sunlight,
Await my decision,
As time slips through my fingertips.
If only I were a child,
And had no choice,
I would consider anywhere to be my home.
Take the heart from the home,
And that's where you'll find me,
Trotting through distant memories.
Being pulled down when I'm nowhere near tall,
Made and forced,
To feel so small.
I get ripped apart,
Like the pages in my notebooks,
I get played just like the strings on my guitar.
But I'm wise enough, don't underestimate me,
You can stare,
But you may not really see me.
I wonder is there anything,
Outside of this town,
Which has chewed me up and spit me out.
I sigh and I tilt my head upwards,
My decision must lie,
Somewhere over the rooftop.
