Oh distant, celestial light,
Orb of destiny,
Mother of Tides.
My sole companion tonight.
So I ask you,
What should I do?
Which do I choose?
Two paths laid out,
Each one full of shadow and doubt.
No certainty,
No guarantee.
Just an unhealthy dose of anxiety.
No turning back once my choice is made,
No second chance if I’m in my grave.
Will you not answer me?
With voice or sign,
Anything is fine.
So cold and alone,
Down here by the cove.
What should I do?
Which do I choose?
Your light shines down,
Devoid of reply.
But whatever I choose,
I will still be able to see you.
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