The Fight

At a crossroad,
Humanity can choose
Whatever direction
To pursue.

Turning Left
Was an action
Agreed by
Mind and body.

Resulting failure
Was a consolation
To know the right path
This time.

Everyone anticipates
It will be Right by now.
But no signal reflected,
It went down Straight.

They are free -
Results are boundless.
They can detour anytime
Make up for lost time.

When it’s my turn to cross…
Then I found.

Day and Night,
I mastered the moves.
I could’ve worked my way.
But my feet were cuffed.

I’m bound to rot,
Decay my flesh
Exorcism of some sort,
I am trapped.

Powerful mind
Unrelenting Faith
Focused thought
I can escape entrapment

Now I begin to take steps
Surprisingly boundless
I chose my path.
My imagination becomes reality.