How long do I keep the mask on?
With every minute that goes by I feel my wall getting weaker and weaker. Will it crumble and fall into a million pieces taking me right along with it?
My mind is a cloud of darkness, a piece of the puzzle I cannot figure out. When I close my eyes I see my future, a path filled with beauty and hope. A part of me wonders if it is easier to keep my eyes open and see the long road that leads to a dead end.
There is a shadow that follows me, I am not sure why. Is it part of my future or is it dragging along side of me? Is it here to remind me of something? Yet, I cannot figure out what.
Surrender to the path or look for the long road ahead... It is my choice.