Questionable PT. 1
I have a decision to make,Not sure which direction to take,
With a fork in the road which is making me break.
I know on the surface I appear to be nervous,
That's just what being hurt did,
I'm still searching for my purpose.
Talk is messed up like I had a beer or two,
As I still pray for this miracle,
Wondering what good any fear could do.
The sign was there, yet I was still missing it,
As I went soliciting,
Only one man was really there listening.
Not sure what I was running for,
But he knew what I was gunning for,
As the Devil answered me knocking on Heavens door.
I looked him straight in the face,
As he stood in place,
Could I have the upper hand even though he holds the ace?
TO be continued...
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