Poetry

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Its so hard,
being stuck in the middle.
Its feels like my life,
is a living unsolved riddle.
I am at a certain point,
in the midst of a phase.
Where I am not in the black or white,
but I am stuck in the gray.
I want to choose,
to be on a certain side,
not jumping back and forth,
unwilling to abide.
I know my wants,
and I know my needs.
I understand what will make me fail,
and what will make me succeed.
There's two voices,
and I have one choice,
but all this noise,
leaves me in a state of poise.
I need to drain all the bad,
and leave all the good.
But often the right decision,
is misunderstood.
I am stuck on the line,
between right and wrong.
One my heart stands by.
and the other my human nature longs.
The one thats easy to attain,
will bring nothing but pain,
and make me remain
in this state of refrain.
Yet, if I strive for the one,
that seems to weigh a ton,
it will leave that easy wrong,
completely outdone.
So I come back to the same situation,
caught between the good and bad temptations.
Will I walk the straight but narrow path,
or will I take a vacation?

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