The Impossible Journey

Standing at this divergence I reflect upon the route I have traversed one that felt so modest now is exceedingly knotty. Covert thoughts, anew in my head, propagated from the night? Some dark niche, not yet explored or willfully ignored? Kept stagnant by my psyche ignoring the silent murmur. In me the id screams for freedom. I am bombarded with speculation all bright and shiny. It ensnares my soul like a silvery tongued gypsy or a euphonious siren. I scrimmage alone with this fracas in my mind's eye. Seeing one path but yearning for the other If I were to imbibe from this oasis created in seclusion and metamorphosize into myself I would cast off this chitinous pelt and expose this tender flesh I secret away.