Stuck
What are we if we arn't but mindless zombies?
If the strings were unattached, could we still be pulled?
What invisible forces control these urges we call human instinct?
Will you watch over and wait while I try to sort these jigsaw pieces?
Please stand by me and be patient while I try to understand.
Am I already the one I hate or do I play the progressive role?
I'm not who I want to be; I can accept that much.
...I might be who I hate already.
I might be my own worse enemy now.
I can't decide the right move to make or the right words to say.
The moment for action is here but I'm stuck between paradise and retribution.
I feel the flames rise up against my face and the darkness hushes me back to sleep.
I must be careful now not to be consumed by them, or worse, to consume myself.
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