Fight or Flee
Feelin': Unknown.
Hummin': I could not ask for more by Clay Aiken
I might have been falling
But I was too blind to realize
That I was slipping fast
Into a downward spiral.
I cannot stop now
Not after the point of no return
Where beyond lies the choice
Of fighting or fleeing.
Is it ever worth the risk?
To jump from where you stand
Without looking back
Nor any assurance of the fall?
It is at this point I stand
At the edge of the very cliff
Where my final decision lies--
Of loving or leaving.
Honestly, does this merit enough sense to be included in my poetry blog? Please comment.
