I’ve always been an independent

I’ve fallen hard off the fence

Whether left or right, doesn’t matter

Or whether it makes sense


I’ve chosen paths, dark and light

All are who I’ve come to be

I never know what to choose

Passion-filled or spiritually-free


My soul in torment and ecstasy

I know not which to take

The split between my heart and soul

Or my mind and body that quake


I cannot put myself together

No matter how hard it is I try

I’m thrusted from path to path

In the end, in hell, will I fry?


One day the paths will end

A decision I must ponder

Live in heavens glorious gates

Or in hells fire do I wander?


© June 27, 2011

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