{"sf1_id":1238199,"sf2_id":"P1EV3yAe","title":"Law-st...","author":"Jiblits","words":417,"posted_at":"2017-09-15T11:18:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","Poem","Short Story","slice of life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1238199-law-st","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1EV3yAe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8f/4c/8f4cecd6-ac00-4e51-a56a-624816221954","description":"","content":"Law-st...\n\nAwoken in a maze\n\nI stumble \u0026 mumble among thoughts in a daze\n\nAn aroma of something needed guides each uncertain step toward another turn\n\nKnowing not where I am, I seem to have all the time in the world to burn\n\nShadows follow whispers just out of range to make out\n\nWith each new corner, a new group of options comes up, leaving a wrong sensation of wanting to simply shout\n\nIn the midst of everything, I can hear someone beginning, \u0026 ending to sing\n\nMuffled just before \u0026 after, it's a noise from above the farthest rafter, like a bell struck that can't seem to ring...\n\nSomehow, even now, just as it's made a noise never heard by anyone living\n\nIt follows the same path as the scent of another moment of hope, one still giving\n\nKeeping away the uncertainty found so easily in this place\n\nIt's as if someone, somewhere is leading the way, though they've forgotten their own face\n\nEyes that can see beyond the blinks of time in this nightmare come true to reality\n\nIt reaches out with each silent shout, a moment met with nothing more than overwhelming brutality\n\nIt's the softest, strongest touch one can feel\n\nA ghost to most, though the few know, it's quite real\n\nDisturbed only by continuous action\n\nIt helps end those who've lost their way among time, \u0026 its dissatisfaction...\n\nAn entrance or exit I now see\n\nI simply have to decide, what to with what \"lies\" before me\n\nWhy not set it free, \u0026 stay till another takes my turn in this realm of uncertainty \u0026 fear\n\nAfter all, the puzzled steps are now clear\n\nI should be able to find my way back any amount of times I wanted\n\nSo, I decide to stay \u0026 hide, waiting for the next person, forever ready with this task, undaunted...\n\nAmong the tree leaves swaying, I hear a \"thank you\", \u0026 \"goodbye\"\n\nThough, it seems to look my way...forever asking...simply...why...\n\nThe question I need not answer ever, since I've taken my choice to heart\n\nThe answer is unable to describe correctly, in this final part...\n\n\"Decisions are like visions...\n\nNo two alike, no two need to be...\n\nThey are but repeated scenarios of time, with outcomes always new to those who thought less of why, \u0026 how, beyond what they chose to see...\"\n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ---Always---\n\n  \n  \n\n"}