... choices we do not dare to make.
Again
I found
myself
in the
middle of a crossroad
a question
mark floating
above my
head while
scratching
my neck
just below
the hairline.
Shall I tell
you (?)
all about
temptations
repeat (!) ‘temptations’
all over.
Shall I
take this plane
with a one
way fare
or shall I
continue
hiding continuously
in my self-made
life
behind the
curtain?
Darkness
and twi-light
revisited.
Shall I
survive tomorrow’s
dawn
or it’s dusk?
Will I wake
up
in time or
late or
at all?
What if a
staircase
|turns out to
be|
an illusion
of
loose steps?
What if a
phrase
falls apart
in meaningless words?
Why do
we worship
uppercase and
loathe
lowercase
characters?
Do you or
not?
I saw
myself in a mirror
In the
middle of a crossroad
while scratching
my head
a question
mark has nestled
in my neck
just above
the hairline.
This was about,
some, questions
we all have…
choices we
do not dare to make!
Or was it about
questions and
choices we all have…
answers we
do not dare to give,
decisions
we avoid to take?
I told you
everything
about
temptations
over and over,
Again.
