Anxiety

I saw it
From the gloomy alleyways
A sharp cutlass with a cloth
Covering the luminous blade
Is it safe? Is it dangerous?
Maybe a mild interference
Or a wild threat to humanity?
The judge said it's guilty
But the crowd speak it's innocent
Like it speaks to the gods
And it asks to the devils
Simultaneously

Two situations can happen:

Uncovering the cloth can compose pain
A destructive musical piece
Where every note chips an attack
And every rest can leave gashes
Cell by cell, organ by organ
Instantaneously demolished

On the other hand...

Uncovering the cloth can benefit
With a solution that diminishes problems
A value hidden between the depths of infinite numbers
Will soon substitute the variable of an equation
The equation of life
Like the perfect last piece of a jigsaw puzzle
And answer the final question science can't explain

Then, I dropped it
Just to avoid further consequences
To play it safe

But I feel empty and ignorant
To trust expectations from reality
To betray probability
To not experiment enough
Knowing that I never got anywhere
Nor any place at any time
I cannot stop shivering
Fidgeting on everything possible
Each and every part of me want to scream
"I have to make a choice"
"I have to make a choice"
"I have to make a choice!"

So I unraveled it
Shutting my eyes while peeking
As I steadily stretch out a hand
The cloth clatters with the air
And...


It's just a normal knife...