Poetic Sniper

What if..?

What if it’s all just a show?

Don’t answer, you also don’t know.

You might think you do, but I know you not sure.

This might just be my season finale, 

Coz death is on the other side and I’m thinking bout walking through the door.

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side,

Maybe there, when the storm comes I’ll have a place to hide.

Those left behind will remember the times I laughed and cried

But they’ll eventually find peace in knowing that all my pain ended the day I died.

They say the grass is greener where you water it

I’ve been on that rollercoaster and there’s been no change, not even a bit.

They’ll preach about patience,

Without specifying what I’m waiting for

I need more information, I need more

This uncertainty will kill me before I do

Maybe this is just an eviction notice since my rent is overdue,

Maybe this is my chance to choose as I never got to in the first place.

But question is how I will end what I didn’t start? I mean there’s so many ways

but since these are my last days

Do I tell truth to rectify my lies?

Do I right my wrongs and say my goodbyes?

Or do I just stay here?

Now you can answer, my ears are open so I can hear,

And if I do stay where do I go?

No pressure I don’t expect you to know,

Do I go Left where there’s nothing Right,

Or do I go Right where there’s nothing Left?

Mmmmh?