Carrying a satchel all along
inside of which are , decisions un-taken
I run up and down
Scaring away my evil cravings
and all the immoral that
the world taught me
I focus too much on
not doing bad (wrong)
that I forget to do the good (right) .
My entire life , it feels
has been a coin-toss
Juggling among the two , I walk
one that I’ve been made to see , and
what I like to see , being the other
sometimes I take a detour
in order to prolong the decision-making
but inside I know
Can’t run from it forever
Even if I ask you – to toss it for me . . .
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Two sides of the coin There could never be any life without death And if there were no deaths there would be no life This is only the cycle of life and death Some must die for others to take
It’s a toss, head or tail but you never know, She shows the head and buries the tail but still you can’t tell, She seems right but what of her other side? Who is there to share the other side