I am at the crossroads and I know the devils near,
Invisible, I can’t see him but I can feel the fear.
Forward, backwards, left or right, progress isn’t clear,
Any way I leave footsteps, would be a new frontier.
Terrified to make a choice, but know I can’t stay here,
So I just move forward and hope the path is clear,
Hope there are no obstacles I shrink when they appear,
They dig into my brain like worms and start to interfere,
I’m supposed to be in control, but I’m not the puppeteer,
Now the devil has the strings and he’s the domineer,
See Johnny had it easy, one win and he was clear,
He doesn’t know when he’s been beat, he likes to reappear.
The sick part is I hold the strings,
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