Choice
Choice
The door is open
But I cannot leave.
The sky beckons
The ceiling comforts
I'm stuck in between.
I'm free to go,
Hands are tied
Feet drowned
Into the dark abyss low
Fast, I find myself inside
This yes and no.
The call is certain
So sudden
I cannot believe.
In both worlds, with their beliefs
I want to own, love and live.
The appealing dichotomy
Of walls and mountains
Of lounges and seas
Of gardens and forests
Speaks volumes to me.
Life is like an open book
But I cannot turn the leaf.