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I move to submit--
My metaphorical apparitions
The reasoning of my decisions
And the honesty of my convictions
But tell me--
Where to go from there?

Because
once submitted to the council
Of my peers, who with every ounce, will--
Judge me, in spite of all that I have renounced,
I'll be teared down without a care.

So why go there?

Now I can leave it all on the floor
Give everything I've got and more.
But again, what would be in store--
Other than me being shown the door?

And then as I'm cast out
Asking myself what all that was about
I'm being choked with all this doubt
While I'm trying to figure it out

So why go there?

The other option is to leave,
Resolving instead to never achieve,
Whatever greatness I believe
That I can share

And I can just sit in the back
Fading into black
Never having to worry about getting attacked
But again the questions bares:
Where do I go from there?

Do I risk the rejection?
By putting to test all of my protection?
Leaving it on the line for inspection,

Or, with all the heartache, just be done.

Because granted being done with it all,
Would guarantee I'd never fall
But the drawback of that kind of a call,

Is that I'd wonder about "who won?"

And again, Where do I go from there?

-penman