An Admission of Guilt
Glinting of the nickel
Flip it, place it on the table
Relegate to gravity
That of fate- of destiny
In the end
It's a choice
To accept
Or avoid
After the flip,
Do you obey it
Pull back the hammer
To strike the steel with flint
It's still a choice
Drop hands from wheel, place them by your side
Watch the blurring treeline, shifting away my eyes
I've certainly lied
Proxies for good faith
I've blurred those lines
It's still a choice
Copyright © Jonathan Smith | Year Posted 2019
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