Odaat

Im back in the old place, the one I know so well. That place I come to where my other half dwells. It sweet, comforting warm and secure, it's a place where I am unsure. My head is divided into two. One which asks me “What will you do?” Indecision and hurry two pests I cannot bide I know I am waiting for me to decide. I have a choice one good, one not so so I beseech myself “What do I ought to do?” I give myself up to my fate for I cannot decide what is good for me. So the eternal stream of life I will ride, and hope, and pray, that just for today my God will intervene make me serene for one day only!