Must Make A Choice
Listen to you
Or My Inner Voice

I'm on the plane
Into the future
The Anticipation
is Just plain Torture

I look around
and see no one
I'm on this Ride
All alone

I hear a Snap
I hear a Pop
the engines seize
and Wheeze and Stop

I feel the pull
I hear the wind
as I begin to fall
I don’t even scream at all

I hit the Ground
and out I pop
This must be a dream
Can't be real I thought

Then behind me I hear a Roar
The Propeller from
The Plane to future
Is chasing me away from past

off into
the woods I run
were at the waist
I am Chopped in two

But when this happens
I do not stop
My legs go back
And my Arms drag on

To the future
And to past
This whole situation
'Bout torn me in half

But the path I must take
Is a choice I must make
Do i follow my heart
Or do I follow my Legs