Who Will It Be?

With one life to deal with all this strife
How will I survive knowing I will collide?
Everything feels so diverse, but it is all just a curse
Some plaque put upon me, to deceive and mislead
It’ll be ok, nothing to fear until its too late.
But will it be fate? Just to sit back and wait?
To explain all of this comes to a refrain
So confused, who do I turn to?
What will I do? How will I decide,
Between the one I love or the one who has been there?
Like a dove, so soft and pretty, it can fly away and leave but a tear
When I choose, I know one I’ll lose.
The darkness is only beginning to shade,
As the light and prosperity fade.
I recognize the situation,
While the individual is in infatuation.
This is no fascination to the mind as it ponders.
To wonder the possibilities it may seem endless
But I have to be continuous on this delegation to the implication.
The message will reveal why I cared not to and how I wanted it to be the same
But all changed, so different and precipitous
What happened to the special connection we used to have?
Did it diminish along with the deception?
The deceitful ways are still here in this moment of silence.
Hopefully a lesson will be taught when I come to a decision
Nervousness cannot just describe this abrupt instant.
Not what I know but what you already know will make this seem calmer.
Realize the trick that you’ve been playing on yourself for your entire life.
It’s now about what is real.
I have to stop hiding what I don’t want to believe in.