I sit and watch
Watch the shadows dance behind the candle light
Watch you make all the wrong decisions
Watch while you think it is right.
Limited choices don’t force a hand
Lack of imagination,
is what has you boxed in,
trapped
A binary approach to a variable world.
To forsake imagination, is to let go of life
I can see it in the eyes, the vacant stares
To not imagine is to not be scared
To tread the trenches preceded by countless others;
known
safe
As you do
without question.
To act the victim, is not the same as being alone
To act when alone and voice imagination,
it is brave
And if you don’t see that,
then for you to be stuck in the gap,
is exactly where you deserve to be
