Banging my head
Against unmoving walls
Chasing wild geese
That have long since gone
Turning in circles
For all to see
Flying high
I can see below
Hit the ground
I just don’t know
Choices, like bees
Buzz around my head
Stinging and flying
Hurting and dying
Skin that aches
With my indecision
Stomach drops
It’s time.

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