Morton's Fork

Where,
Where shall I go,
All eyes are on me,
Looking to see which fire I will fuel,
What path will I walk.

Trembling,
A cold sweat,
I can't break away this time,
I have to choose.

Morton's Fork.

Can't breathe,
Miles underwater,
Pressure on my chest,
Hearing only mumbles.

Twitching,
My hand,
The only appearence giving me away.

I back away,
Running,
Not to defy,
Or offend.

To get out of the spotlight.