What do you say?

What do you say when you're faced with life or death?

black or white.

up or down.

Either way its a wrong turn.

He asks your opinion and all you can mutter is "maybe"

knocks you on your feet

your breath is stolen

but this is not how you imagined it as a little girl.

You're stuck,

stagnant,

empty,

dead,

you.

But you keep your head up

you keep pushing on

and past all the brush.

you hope soon it will catch fire from the cigarette you flicked

and all of this will disappear into the stratosphere.

As if nothing ever existed.

Enveloped in smoke and soot

all of your thoughts and feelings that seemed so heavy once

now they float.

due to that trip through the brush and that smoke you flicked

turns out smoking was good for you and your scratches are good luck.

so keep your head up

keep pushing on

because soon you'll catch fire and disappear into the stratosphere.