Obscene

There's a special brand
Of obscenity
In being at the same crossroads
More than once
How many times
Will you stand here
And walk backward
Taking the safe road
Dying more inside
Every time
So much wasted time
You know what you want
The future to be
But calling it the future
Means you don't have to
Act on it now
The situation is never
Going to be ideal
No perfect time
Is ever going to exist
You know what you want
And what you need
On every level
Created a special hell
For yourself by defining it
In such detail, but acting on
Such a small part
Like putting a band-aid
On a gunshot wound
Time to stop living from
The land of fear, duty and guilt
And act

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