you're not yourself sometimes
it was a revelation
there you were
alone
standing on the tiles of
black and white.
you felt like you weren't
in your own body
like you were made to be bigger
perfect opportunities present themselves to you
for things you wish for mostly
and when the moment is right
in its time frame between the red lines
you can't bring yourself to do it.
whatever.
two things you wish to pursue
and the current scene is something you gave up
if you make one wrong move
you'll be stuck
happy, maybe
but locked away from two opportunities
you're too hopeful to pass up.
it's just that wave of too hot
and you cough just gently enough
to dull the scratch for a few moments.
a blast of wind to cool the workers
that try to bring you down
with their pickaxes on your throat
not to hard, but just enough.
with essence still on you
thin fabric of your shirt
you weigh your options in the glow
each second the blanket of heat
that god bestowed upon your sholders
grows heavier
sweat and conscience alike
try to bring you down
but in your hand
brass scales
that tip and weigh with blindness
shine through with the truth
but luck be with you
the blindfold a permanent accessory
so even if truth can be revealed
justice
you'll never get to see it
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