Monday, August 20, 2007

Choices

It doesn’t even matter, the choices you make,
because on some days, it is the proverbial cliché;
the seas, the devil, all seemingly have a role to play.

So you ask everyone you know, which way
do you go, left, or right; conversations incessantly
dominated with choices every night.

Take a poll, toss a coin, and pick one of the two fingers
what if door number one, was better than the other;
at the end of the day, a regret or more lingers.

Maybe both lead to the arena of lions,
Or to the galleries where you stay untouched.
A roman joke, but choices need to be made.

And because, it doesn’t even matter, the choices you make,
on some days, it is the proverbial cliché;
the seas, the devil, all seemingly have a role to play.

But choices still need to be made.

2 comments:

CrazyDiamond said...

well put, very well put. I hate these gahzillion choices and the implications of making them that they bring....

So if someone told you to cross their palm with silver for a reading of your life...would you?

or would the choices still be a better alternative

Perspective Inc said...

choices are always the best alternative. as long as they are yours. even if they are bad. as long as you made your own.