Choice

Choice

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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.


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