pick your poison

right in front of your eyes,

you can’t see otherwise.

tunnel visions,

with the end no where in sight.

feet grounded,

it’s a hit and run.

left, right, left, right,

you can’t outrun death.

would you embrace?

or would you take off?

a choice you’re given,

except you know the answer to either.

go ahead,

pick your poison.

life’s about experiences,

unless you only have one.

stuck in the middle,

two explosions go off.

experience one in your mind,

experience the other you don’t.