I’m unsure what happens
When we break free
Like grass growing through pavement
What happens when
I let go of my sensibilities
Will this ubiquitous fog dissipate?
So many follow their hearts
But live in basements
Strangled by debt and regret
While others follow their minds
And live in lofts
Strangled by doubts and inquiries
About what could have been
If they would have broken free
So I stand at an unambiguous crossroads
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