Elucidating Questions

I suppose the choice has been made one way or another

And who am I to lament the choices of others.

Down another avenue

Crossing lines that have already been crossed tracing over them with shaking hands and lines that aren’t straight.

I wonder if the prince had a choice to make

Or if I’ll always be chasing his silhouette looking from behind

Wishing he’d turn around.

If it was true would the whole world know it?

Would they feel the same touch and see the same eyes and feel the same?

Would it be fair?

And yet when I return to the beat I don’t see it.

I realised that the answer was back when I was too excited about the prospect I didn’t see it.

Emergency vehicles and screaming brakes.

If the sun could set

He needs a break.