deciding

where is the right and where is the wrong?

is there a line that seperated the two?

who decides?

humans are born with innate abilities, senses.

maybe they come more so as we grow up, as our brains develop.

maybe our hearts beat a bit faster, louder, spreading its melodic tune to our ears, overriding anything other than what we wish to be true.

but wishes are just wishes, words mushed together to make one big muddy hoop that we slather upon our hearts to build a hopeful foundation that we can only pray does not crack.

the line between knowing where to go and where you’re led is a fork in the road, a decision far harder to manifest an answer to with the snap of your fingers a decision harder to make when your mind goes one way and your legs the other.

when born into the world with expections already etched onto your heart and subtly engraved in your head, you’re split in two unevenly and expected to mend the pieces together with no glue, no instructions other than yourself and that same, old tune.

maybe deciding where to go is letting yourself be led, tight rope binding shackling your beating heart, binding your mind endlessly to not let it wander.

maybe deciding is futile.