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