Which way to go…

Remember a day filled with unknown nerves

Those little tingles in the abdomen that would distract us from duties and demands

Like the head of an military base, sending our emotions into a battle whilst looking in the mirror, sharpen decisions swinging to and fro, not knowing which way to go.

They would clash together and the sound was something quite profound, the impact so very loud without even making a sound.

The concrete beneath my feet felt like it was about to disintergrate, each and every breath filled with too much to antispate, and the mind constantly debating between decisions to and fro, not knowing which way to go.

From the front door to the campus halls, only one examination to go, but the mind has already departed, to the playground with the swinging penedulum where decisions reside, going to and fro not knowing which way to go.

Clock stricks five in the afternoon, the darkness of the night is looming over the day, the moon on its’ way.

There is no time to delay, a decision has been made to avoid it all, yet still not knowing which way to go.

From the bus station stop to the platform of a train station or two, miles away from home already, smooth and steady, no time to get ready.

Change stations and reach a cross in the heart of a city escape, the sights and sounds surrounding as the decisions one or two continue to battle to and fro, not knowing which way to go.

The walking turns to running, passed the people and the cars, passed the billboards and the tempting glowing lights, oh what a sight.

Up and down the streets, going to and fro, still not knowing which way to go

Perhaps the decision was best to just not to go, nothing will be missed and it shall all be a lonesome affair filled

Turn away or go through it all the way, to and fro, not knowing which way to go

A glance at the phone that glows with a guiding map and reveals an unexpected sight

Indescision swinging to and fro, knowing exactly which way to go

Steps turn into sprints, through the bustling crowds and revolving doors, not knowing which way to go

Up the stairs, unaware and ill-prepared, a coat trailing on the floor 

It’s all for a good cause that will be worth it all

Grab the door handles and swing them open and closed, the time has come it has been supposed

The room is found but all the lights have gone out, look around but there is only blackness to be found, not a whisper or a sound

Mind is reeling, decisions swinging to and fro, not knowing which way to go
The grab of a hand and sudden motion of turning around, to the only way that could ever be decided, like a breath without end, as you say those three words that make the indecisions all disappear, forgotten because of your whisper of “I am here”.

And finally the time has come to know exactly which way to go.

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