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Decide. I am.


Decide...  I am.

I cannot be one way or another anymore.

I cannot be pushed away and pulled close.

I cannot be torn and together.  

I cannot face and look away.

I cannot be here and there.

I cannot be the person you want me to be, because you don't even know who that person is.

I cannot make you happy nor make you mad.

I cannot put one foot in front of the other while chained to the floor.

I cannot meet the expectations of your insecurity.

I cannot succeed and fail; try and fall; drive and be along for the ride.

I cannot be in charge without the charge or be responsible without the responsibility.  

I cannot submit and lead; follow and do.

I cannot.  I cannot.  I cannot. 

I cannot.

Decide...  I am.

I will be one way.

I'll walk one way.

I'll follow or I'll lead.

I'll submit or I'll have authority.

I'll have the responsibility with the leadership or I'll do my part under yours.

Decide...  I am.


Either my life matters or it doesn't.

Either I live or I die.

Either I walk or I sit. 

Either I lose or I win.

Either I carry or I drop.

Either you want me...or you don't.

Decide...  I am.


I am deciding.

I am facing.

I am walking.

I am bold.

I will follow, if you lead.  If you do not lead, I will.

I am healthy.

I am going to live.

I am deciding.



Decide.  I am.




 


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