I look to the eye of the storm
Testing my nerves
Trying to be reborn
Do I take the blade
Or do I preserve
Praying to no one
Asking if I can put my life on reserve
Save me a seat

Which way to pull the trigger?
Do I wrap life around my middle finger
A fuck you to the mirror?
Put on my best suit
Stand tall and deliver
Grinning from ear to ear
When they shake my hand and say “Thank you, Mister”
Or do I turn the lights down
Bow out
Deliver my last will
Drinking liquor to wash down the pills
Forever relapsing
Spending years out of action
And with all these waves crashing
I don’t know which way to turn
Without collapsing

And, I’m looking into the eye of the storm
Testing my nerves
Trying to be reborn.

© June 2016