Chosen Path

 Been wandering down this path so long, it feels like home.  A tattered security blanket smothers me, wherever i may roam.  If I reach the end, I will be rewarded with the obvious. The closer I get, the more I forget.
The end is approaching, but I just don't know, which day will it overcome me.  What day shall the reaper show?

One mourning I awake, hear a voice yelling at the top of its lungs.  The voice is so faint, because of how far i've become.  "Close your eyes, free your thoughts, and you will see, the other path that your destined to be.  Get off that dusty road, let the truth take ahold, there is nothing to fear, but failure itself.  Just trust me now, i've been there myself."

The daybreak arrives, I can barely open my eyes.  My body is shaking, there's vomit on my thighs. A feeling of uncertainy, a feeling of hurt.  I haven't any strength, I lie shivering, although it's warm.  I pry my eyes open, brightness suddenly forms, but it feels so awkward, paranoia starts to swarm.  I stumble to my feet, to see two routes instead of one. The old dusty road beckons me, but so does the other one. I can make it all go away, just keep pushing my way, while the bright path says nothing at all, and it looks so claustrophobic, and so small.  When I squint and I stare, a glimpse of hope, the proudness of the path seems to gloat. I'm at the crossroads, a fork in the road.  I turn towards the dark road just as I was told.  I stand at the entrance and hesitate for a moment........

Thinking it through, my mind starts to go wild, go with your instinct, instead of becoming the extinct! I spit on its dirt, and shit on its path.  Fuck you dusty road, you're leading me to death!
I swore off that route, and lagged to the right.  I'll stay here this time.  All I have to do is fight!  My eyes still burning, am I losing my sight?  My body still trembling, just shake off this fright.  I start off with a crawl, weeping uncontrollably. How far shall I go?  All these damn shortcuts, when I glance to the left. All that path did for me, was left me apressed.  A sickness is pulling at me, while I clench onto the grass, promising me freedom.  Yeah, you can shove it up your ass!  I must stay strong, I will become able to walk.  I will learn to stand tall and proud, like a dignified hawk.  But I will always know, evil is waiting at my door, it's always willing to accept, claiming as my best friend.  I will open my door and say it's the end, you no longer belong here, you're nothing but the past. My body and soul are mine now, so go back to your filthy path. Stay there this time, burn in hell for all I care.  I'm healing once again, you haven't treated me fair.