Dreaming With My Ego

facing the crossroads, unsure which way to turn, i do a slow pirouette and hold the world at my finger tips. you are playing a game of russian roulette with my future. i wonder, when will you slip, where is the bullet that you hide? i place a ruby on your tongue, to break the curse of eden. we fall beyond a sandy shore. i know one day you will sacrafice me for the seasons. the night time is my freedom, the only time i breath and can open up my eyes. but still you hold me blindfolded on the floor, suffocating under the pressure of your pride. dancing around wolves with feathers in our hair. we wear trust as a disguise. so afraid of the future, more afraid of the past lost in the present. unsure which way to turn, i do a slow pirouette and try to grasp the answers slipping past my finger tips. Contest: "Me against Myself" By: Gillian