Traffic
I step out of the door and stop halfway
hoping for the end
so that I might be with you
and finally be happy
but the end never comes.
So I stand on the crest of oblivion
if I turn back there is happiness in the short term
but only uncertainty is certain.
If I stride forward
short term pain endures long term joy.
Here I stand
strong against change.
Knowing not, if tomorrow I’ll be yours.
Knowing only that today I am.
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