I have this ongoing itch that I long to scratch
It is a desire that I continue to carry on my back
A siren call every day that urges me to push forward
But self sabotaging habits hunt me down and build their own borders
Yet I sneak out the perimeter and leap over that fence
To only arrive at a crossroads in my life that leaves me in suspense

On the left, I see a life full of complacency
As I sit there paralyzed like a poor network’s latency
This easier path urges me that I have it all set
Stability, a lack of stress, and comfort without a fret

However, taking that road is putting up a facade while knowing I’m not content
But to my right I see the paradise I desire, something I...