Delicacy

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?