Within the Divide

Divided by the interest of both truths, unsure of what trigger to pull, who to shoot. A metaphorical nightmare brought into a material reality, the want to make happiness is met with the need to make displease. The world upon my shoulders, slipping off of my back, balancing upon the shoe of choice. To crush Europe, or to crush South America, what to crush on the world is the choice, gravity the time in which I can choose. . .