Little and Less

Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.

There’s a mask on the table,
It’s not part of my costume.

I love these people,
I respect these people. 

Don’t force it,
Don’t force me.

What if I become it,
Something that I will, regret. 

Everything used to be clear, crystal,
Now it’s something hazy,
And foggy.

Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.

I am, little less ME.

Everyday Choices

Bed or Business

Health or Hankering

Satisfaction or Stability

Grades or Grip

Romance or Regard

Spontaneity or System

Create or Comprehend

To be or Not to be

 

What did you choose?