Uncertianty and impulse

by rosey   Oct 16, 2012


A girl sees two doors,
one good and bad,
but she is hesitant to decide her fate.

The two doors are completely intertwined,
and she knows not which one to take.

She places one hand on the right door,
and the other on the left.
She wants to decide but cant,
for she wants to do what is right.

Her brother on the other hand,
hesitates not one bit,
he takes not a minute to think,
or a moment to choose his pick.

He just opens a door,
and walks right in,
not knowing what to face.

He cares not to linger,
in the cold dead arms,
of the vulgar fate's embrace.

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