Woke up at the edges of the sidewalk
On the streets of Millennia
Holding onto padlocks
Lying onto a land of simply peculiar
The grass tangled like chains surround
The sky canvas was smoky white
Drips of water streaming down
And the sun scorching bright
Leaving me to wonder why
Why there were two directional signs
Am I going to choose?
What if I got the wrong and loose?
I own the decisions mine
And I will say just go ahead with lessons called life
19th September 2015 , 1804