Stoned

 

Tmesis of mind

Stuck in the middle of a rainbowed precipice

Sunny rays of blonde one way

A bed or orange the other

Two roads diverge in a wood

Shall I take the one less traveled by?

Fate edging the tip of my lip

Daring me to risk

The pangs of angst suffering within

Gnawing at my soul, teasing my aspirations

Good fortune lies either way

As I lay down the past to come

Threads of different ropes needling my thoughts

Shall I wait for fate to participate?

Or will it be too late?

My children feel, fear, fall with this decision

If I trip, I pray the blood will not stain

If I falter, I pray the road will wind back

Lost in the middle of a vivid canyon

One small step in a direction

One giant leap towards