a thought

and I am torn.
torn between a life of education and a life of service.
torn.
torn between choosing which route I will pursue;
the one I know I yearn for and the one I know will be more beneficial for me
torn.
like the waves that tear at an open shore line on a cold December night as another man dies alone.
And I am torn
torn as to wether I should talk to my parents about these thoughts
torn
so unsure of how they will receive my decision
and torn
as to wether I actually have the courage to follow through with it
and I am torn
torn between choosing the life of a Frat-Superstar at a College I will most likely drop out of
or becoming a Marine and experiencing life on a broad scale
And I am torn
thinking that maybe there is no greater experience, that I am deceiving myself into thinking such
torn
between living a life of freedom that seems to be so shackled

A recurrent theme in my writing seems to be the fact that I allude to shackles and open water. I think the constant revisitation to these phrases are actually an unlocking of my inner-subconscious. Escape from the chains of society and ascend into the freedom of open waters. And I am torn.