Delicacy
Choices are a delicacy,
Aren\'t they?
Choices are fragile
Choose wrong, what have you done?
Damned yourself
Choose right, what have you done?
Gifted yourself
Hand that power over to someone else. . .
Sold yourself
It smells black
It smells white
Perhaps, a little grey
What will I choose?
I can\'t escape this hell.
I need you.
Choices are a delicacy
Aren’t they?