Always in a dilemma between certainty and doubt,

Standing still, unsure which way to go.

Each step I take splits into two,

Each thought I have comes in twos,

And I stand between both choices, unsure

Which one I’m meant to become.

My mind so loud, but voice so small,

I hear every whisper, I feel it all.

The question echoes all day long,

A restless pull I can’t outrun.

I reach for both choices, then pull away,

Afraid of the price I might have to pay,

While time keeps calling out my name.

But maybe one day I’ll come to see

That both these choices wound and heal, and are what makes me…