About, some, questions we all have …

... 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.