both feet

Everybody needs a fishbowl.
We need
Goddamn Parameters
We fall gravely ill when we face
Choices unlimited.
There’s never a right choice.
Here’s a strong case for settling
Find your way and keep walking; try very hard
Not to look back because it’s already gone
Poof! Bam. Gone.
And that is the truth of the journey:
Not making a choice
Is still a choice
Decision paralysis becomes the choice we made.
Never to return.
It’s all sliding doors

Every train is leaving
And every soul seeking breath
Must exit the platform.

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