I can't think
and it happened.
Time flies, I sways,
It won't wait for me anyway
Then a heart broke
and split into two,
Followed by the world
collapsing in fragments.
East and West
The broken heart made.
A tangled thread the fragments became.
I believe in an instruction,
"to move forward, towards the future,
please select East or West according to your liking."
and it's not life if there is no consequences.
East,
Where you may find peace,
While sleeping and having a feast.
West,
Where you must move your limbs,
seemingly, unrest.
And as if life was made to test,
There's the world, a so-called maze.
I always got something I want to tell
but, our body is a jail.
Our body is options,
and our thoughts choose,
and our hands do actions.
I am a bunch of options.
I chose.
I didn't act.
Then born to the world:
a body, a jail I chose to live in.
