I know what is wrong and I know what is right
But I can't seem to win using techniques from either side.
If I leave it alone, just let nature takes its course,
Then I see it all crumbling, and my fault is the source.
But I don't want to see everything crumble before me,
I want to be free, but can't do that acting like me.
So I take an alternate path in this confusing dark battle,
But then have no one's support, leaving me left with one paddle.
I can't get where I want to without the help of some others
But who can I turn to, whose view hasn't already been cluttered?
Cluttered and clouded and blocked from the truth
That's what has happened to my friends, all their views.
So no person to turn to, not even a one.
I want to give up, call it quits, I must truly be done.
Done and seceding, I've reached the end of the line.
I can't take this anymore, none of it--no it's over.
I've reached the end, the stopping point, the point of my closure.
No more pretending to play intricate games, or facades.
The truth bearing layer almost reaches the top.
But then I consider the points, analyze what is right,
I'm still torn between two choices, it's so upsetting I cry.
I want to lash out in rage, but know that's not the right choice,
And then deep down inside I can't deny this small voice,
Saying "You know what is right, though it be hard you must
follow",
But why must I follow a choice causing anguish and sorrow?
Sometimes I can't fathom why I must do what is right,
The true meaning of some choices, often far out of sight.
Because all I see now is disgusting things that're obscene
And eventually I'll figure out what everything means.
But for now I remain torn, stuck at a fork in the road.
Though I know the right way, I must not let it show--
That the right way is currently not where I want to go.
 
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