motivation, poem, sad, self

Choice

Being at the edge, disturbs the most.

At the end point of nothing, but what means everything.

All at stake;

Just one stroke.

Rise or fall, succeed or perish.

Only you know,

Criticality of saying “yes” or “no”.

Loud heartbeat, shaking nerves,

Now,

You don’t,

You can’t

Hold a choice.

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