The curtain is rising
The second guess is starting again
Your fulgurant show
Your protean face
The flashing and fading that keep me in place
You said you’d changed again
I caved in
And you clothed me and fed me then left me for dead
The cable was snapped
It gave in
The tension builds quickly with fulcrum displaced
Which words move to truth
And which to mazes
You have to choose between the mortar and the magic
Choose well…
Good-bye to your thoughts and your falling grace
To wishes for
Your forever which ended that day
All the trees gave up
Faded like the sun that you called your own
You could snuff it out or raise it up
If you felt alone
Here you are now
Waiting for something to come
But you have to choose your soul
Choose your self
Choose your day or choose your fall
No waiting
Engage in ending or letting it begin
Choose well…