If I stay, I have nothing.
I have nothing, but the friends I made.
I have no opportunity in any arena.
None.
If I stay, I am in despair.
I'm not going to be able to climb out of the hole.
The hole is dark and damp.
I'd have a better chance of living in a cave.
If I go, I will have something.
I'll have more opportunities.
Make new friends.
Be able to live.
If I go, I would be happier.
I would be able to climb out of my despair.
See the light of day and feel the halcyon warmth.
My heart would settle and be whole again.
Yet I'm stuck.
Stuck in the middle.
In the middle of an open field.
I have the tools to cultivate, but I don't know what to grow.
For once the seeds are sown, there is no way to stop them.
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