Off into the distance,
One can only see—
There are two paths that one can roam
To the left is defeat,
To the right is hope.
I stand atop a cliff overlooking these paths,
Wondering which one to choose;
Is this love divorced from this world forever?
Or has experience made it stronger?
Weary and broken,
Hazel eyes glisten in the sunlight—
Gazing below the cliff of apathy;
The waters shimmer and stare back,
Awaiting for the decision to be made.
The sorrowful maiden inside leaps out
And dives over the cliff;
Her body is united with the love of ocean’s mind—
Becoming as cold as ice
But her hope is still alive.