Red Wire or Blue

Confusion etches lines of chaos
so deep into the mind.
Wires crossing, tangling, knotted;
can't separate them all.
There's a fine line between love and insanity
and I'm not sure which one I hold.
My life depends on which one I cut.
Red wire or blue?
The scissors shake in trembling hands.
The bomb is ticking.
Counting down. . .

Red wire or blue. . .