Decide

An open Door,
Just left ajar,
Beckons me,
A Step away, Conquistador?

Should I move?
Or stand right still,
Should I push?
Or hate Freewill?

Frozen here,
I can’t decide,
Backwards perhaps,
Or move inside?

What lies behind,
That steel clad door?
Contraband perhaps,
Or nothing more.

My decision is,
Right on this beach,
Shadows form,
But out of reach.

I think I’ll stay,
Without regret,
The tides not in,
For life’s Sunset.

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