The Chaotic Realm

Somewhere in between,
What you think and what you know,
Is an uncertain realm of floating images,
Where you don't want to go,

Not because it may be dangerous to do so,
But because, frankly, it's easy.
It demands the loss of all that you are,
Which begs the question: "once you're there, who'll you be?"

But, it's good to remember its existence,
The fear of which keeps you aware of life,
And the ultimate choice it demands of you:
Would you rather live, or would you rather die?

And it's alright,
You don't have to decide right now,
In fact that's something you need never decide.
No matter what, you have no choice anyhow.