A crack

A spit

A schism of the mind


Which wa to go?

A milion pathway

In front of me


The options crowd my head

It's hard think

It's hard to breathe


So I close my eyes

Choose blindly

And go down an unknown path


Where will it go?

Maybe I'll never know

But I will keep on walking

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