The Fork

Self appointed master at arms
Risk assesment to avoid self harm
Monumental choice is with
You for life
Made impulsively  devoid of insight
All hands to deck stormy
Weather ahead
Tied to the mast a game of
Life or death
Habitual dependency sapping your strength
Or live to tell the tale with a message to spread

Teenage soul at the fork in the road
Adrift in bliss while your future unfolds
Teenage soul at the fork in the road
Seeds been planted the root takes hold

Incubation bears your
Adopted pathogen
Patiently waiting until
You meet again
Unwelcome stowaway
Devouring its host
Subversive derision while
You try to stay afloat
Looking backwards
It all becomes clear
Perpetual question
How the fuck am I here
Circumnavigate the next
Impassable mile
Fighting the poison eating you alive