Make a Choice

Sometimes, it may appear as though
The world now waits, and holds its breath,
Anticipating ebb and flow
While contemplating life and death.
It does not know quite what it wants,
And thus, this middle ground it haunts.

Commitment is a dirty word
It seems (for me as well, it’s true).
The world may find it quite absurd
When blind acceptance we eschew.
That being said, to make a choice
Is to discover one’s own voice.

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Written while listening to Vaakevandring’s Vaakevandring (2004), uploaded to YouTube by Papa Léguas.