someday, when i’m old, i’m going to look back and wonder if i made the right choice.
i wish i was willing to be used and to use.
i wish i believed in the popularized grey area.
i wish I allowed myself to be emptied and empty.
i spent my youth on an ideal.
i spent my nights with a choice.
i spent my gratification riding the high-horse.
someday, when i’m old, I’m going to look back and wonder if i made the right choice.
but for tonight, i lay by my stand.