Creeping up to the give way line
Sudden personal clarity.
Everything’s a crossroads now
This job or that, or back to the other.
At some certain point you choose.
I don’t like being so binary.
Your eyes are blue in this light but still green
and if they asked me I couldn’t swear either way
But I do know how they watch me.
So what do I do at this point?
Do I take this opening, this exit or pass it up?
And will there be another chance?
I don’t know.
I drive on instinct;
It feels right so I pursue it.
Well, what use is it agonising
when you have to make the choice?
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This seems unlike me
Well, not the intuition
But the conviction to use it
and not fear being thought subjective.
Everything is, anyway. There’s no neutral
and we all just justify what we want.
So why not you.
Why not.
