Dissonance

Soothing wind breezes through my face
there is a sweetness in the air I can taste

Endless freedom before my very eyes
I can see the promised Utopia with no lies

The voices in the air are filled with utter dissonance
as if they are telling me to disregard my existence

The air itself oozes the foul scent of the night
I find it hard to breath at this level of height

Should I listen to the whispering of my left
or the soothing screech of my right?

Here I am, standing
Should I take a step forward?

This is your dissonance.