12 Flags
12 pillars.
2 fates
1 decision
Exempted actions, by masking the past with elegant words, preplanned manned with extraordinary deviance. But I’m the only immortal that has to deal with previous:
“issues”
of
“issues” caused by the other fate. The worst fate? The right? This is where the road forks. Do you risk it? Is it worth it? What merit has been given to be given a chance.
But that’s the answer: chance.
Do you chance it on fate? Or hate the outcome after the decision.
Premonitions leading to self doubt and questioning.
Deducing outcomes
But there’s only one… right?
12 flags, all red and white.
Surrendering up old habits or signs of repetition?
The colors are mixed well.
In completion
Completing what exactly?
Copyright © Aaron Mcintosh | Year Posted 2021
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