Simple
In the paths and choices fallen out before us, it is hard not to tremble at the thoughts of something new and different. The change moving through the depths of questioned and unquestionable details. Locking horns into that ever more right. Questing into that long withered night, grasping the lantern and seeking the golden burning truth. When the fires blaze hard and the quibbles become the knife edges. Dawned a break, and disposed the previous ways into that not like this arena. Rehearsing the transition rarely finds the path so imagined. Broken cogs of emotional attachment and be muddled trueness. Argued into a corner by reality unseen. Dragged the nails one more time at the board, just to see the clinch. Dirty manoeuvres in a process deemed equal become dirtier than most. Sadness befalls the choices, weakness concludes all the wrong things. Moved away not towards and found the biggest kind of gulf. Shaken mirror into pieces where no reflection can even be seen. Raining chards come on like knives to the suddenly thrown in. Reality bites, and so do I if I'm being attacked by teeth. Viciously venomous to the idea of what is or is not. Steps in the wilds of a minefield tend to take off whole limbs at a time. Left without breath and speechless. Sometime it will be nothing but daylight. Sometimes.