When I set foot on the shadow of my idea-turned-choice, I realized that I had willed something I wasn't able to believe into something I could no longer refrain from knowing.
It was then that I smelled air I knew from another world.
I tasted sunshine that had somehow tanned my soul.
I read the words that voices have sung me to sleep with times before.
And I found the longing I had been waiting to call my home.
I had made the right college choice.
And all was well.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
Move onwardly,
My dear,
Daring to caress the further is worth nothing,
If not understood first.
So dream abruptly,
Do not fall asleep as if it were welcomed,
But let it frighten your soul.
There is a quiet now that was not before,
Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.
A quiet that only came after the screams.
Those screams although painful were necessary,
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