It’s glaring and it stays glued to your mind.

Something to remember or something to forget, but it’s there,

hounding you and poking you to decide what space it should occupy.

Indecisive souls would be soulless.

Only the greedy survive here because they are the true ones breathing.

A decision is just a part of a lesson or an experience for them.

For others it’s make or break for their identities,

identities that have ached and strained for years, but they hold on to whatever little they have.

Because for them, the scariest thing is realizing that the current them has no space in this world,

a world that will keep spinning no matter what old concepts you stick yourself to,

awaiting its chance to discard those who don’t have the same acceptance as the greedy,

washing away all remnants of the ones who can only dream of what that exhale feels like.

“See a light and find your path or view it as blinding and stay exactly as you were”