Torn

So many reasons to stay,

So many reason to go...

I wrote that once.

I write it again.

My analytical side dissects the possibilities, probing for weaknesses, noting compromises that have to be made.

The recently awoken side of me wonders and pauses, noting the date he would a pushed sydney for, before trying once again to focus and shut out the colors invading the mind.

A younger man once took that path, shattered lance and all.

Brave, he was described.

I would voice it out again, but I find neither courage nor heart to let this song take flight.