a chill,
chill crawls over me.
all over
my back,
my neck,
my face.
I’d seen,
seen the look
of innocence,
of lie,
of cheat
and steal.
a big dose
of real,
realization
it’s not for me.
It’s not about you.
It’s not what
you up to?
It’s the not,
not knowing
that hurts.
a cold
cut slap
of meat,
meets meat
across
a foolish face.
you know when its right.
the answer to a decision
churned over and over again
in your mind.
throughout the night,
troubling you all day.
distracting from
your routine.
the heart has told you
long ago and
many times
whats right.
but your mind needs
to catch up.
its that much a dilemma.
a fork in a road…
a wrong turn,
turned right.
solar flare by bird 2012
