Flight 1606

I'm stuck between this constant battle of right from right,

Decisions start to become difficult almost like my wrongs are fright,

Dashing through the air my mind races against it,

So much I try to get across but at this state of mind I believe the sky is the limit,

To touch the sky is difficult,

To stay afloat is nearly impossible,

What decisions from right shall I follow,

Or should I not follow them at all,

Blinded from what I choose to see,

It's like my mind is becoming my own enemy,

I'm stuck between the middle,

But then again who am I to be stuck between,

Almost like I'm being over seen by something or someone Im staring to believe,

I'm stuck in this dream creating all sorts of schemes,

My rights has left,

My thoughts are out of breath,

I'm at halt,

It's my own fault,

Blaming myself,

for others bad health,

A part of me is trying to help,

But how,

When that's way out of my league,

Beyond out of bounds,

I'm not worried about my own being,

Or am I?