Split Second

There is that split second hesitation
That pause between question and answer
It screams of the war within
To do what you should or to do what you want

In that one short second
Thousands of reasons bombard the brain
Shouting logic from all directions
While the heart takes control of the mouth

With only two seconds gone
So much is said, but only a word uttered
I hear it all plain as day
Making the victory simply bitter sweet

But yet I can only dwell so much
Because it is still a victory of sorts
Charged with many warring emotions
- Irrelevant however, because it's you

The End

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