Awake, alone, in the heat of the night
I hear strange sounds, seems like a fight.
Some angry voices disputing stuff
Some woman crying "Now that's enough"
I strain to hear some more details,
To understand what's wrong, why communication fails.
Yet maybe the voices are in my head,
They are just echoes from the life I've led.
The good and the bad seem keen to battle
In order for my path to finally settle
Yet I'm in the middle and cannot choose
Which way to go, which road to peruse.
So as I lie awake in bed,
With various scenarios shifting in my head
To the gods of reason and wisdom I pray
So that I choose the correct way.
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