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Direction is a Choice

Down down down
Into an abyss
Where the sirens don’t sound
And there’s nothing left to miss


Up up up

Into the sky
Where the lights will all erupt
When you open up your eyes


Don’t leave me alone

All I'll do is sink

So silent and so slow
No thoughts left to think

Don’t let me go
My knuckles are still white
From clenching on to tired ropes
I don’t want to face the light


Now I'm floating in thin air

In the midst of something I'm supposed to make

A decision to latch onto

While they scream at me what is at stake

I can’t choose a direction

They say that choice is based on what you know
But I have yet to make the connection
Between where I am and where I need to go

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