They can only hold for so long
as the pressure mounts its war
and each and every time it seems
I am on the other side of the door.
The water trickles through
slowly at first; it is the calm before
whatever breaks through these gates
as only nature knows what’s in store.
The question then is quite simple,
do I run or do I stay and let
the water crash down and bury me?
But the answer is never that simple
and if I run I won’t drown yet,
but the inevitable can only be delayed.
Autumn Siders 