Tethered

My tether

To this mortal world

Is a flimsy thread

Tied around my pinky.

I have in front of me 

Two options

A stable bridge

Or a knee-deep lake

What would I choose? 

Stability is what 

Everyone wants 

But what's life

Without any risks. 

Alas I am tethered 

To this very ground 

Not being able to choose.

And so I am stuck 

In a middle ground. 

Between stability and chaos. 

Between safety and adventure. 

Between everything I cared for 

And everything I have feared. 

So middle ground it is. 

My soul is free to float 

But this vessel

Is always tethered 

To indecisiveness 

To what makes it feel safe.