Torn between two choices
One of those times you see the road split
I lean toward my inclination
And make peace with it
Suppressed feeling and urges
Return with renewed power
Foresight and hindsight beckon
During every waking hour
The co-pilot is turned off
I am at my control
I choose my own sacrafices
And I honor my soul
Life without consequence would be too shallow to live
Experience it all
And save some to give

Another me original - January 2000