Two Roads

was it only about existentialism and not about destiny which bled from this pen and into the core of everything I knew and believed in, so far looking back, our memories reacted and with time slid around, rolling across days and into the night stone blind, without eyes blast of nocturnal blazing with fury we dare not touch yet as our thoughts kept pressing for daybreak muscle memory taunts resisting ridicule against kismet, naked abandoment of senses and we're flat out spent against sunset I still want to believe back to the moonlight if you please...