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
