• I stare them both,

    One smooth as the undisturbed lake,
    One so jagged and torn,
    One untouched.
    One worn

    Mine to choose,

    My own house,
    A strangers home,
    A comfortable routine,
    The vast unknown.

    The old that hurts,
    The old that kills,
    The new that shifts,
    The new that thrills.

    I look at the new,
    And turn away from the old,
    Embrace the the dark void,
    The future untold.