Choices

Ang999

To leave, to stay, to go away.

To buy, to sell, to fall in the halls.

To stifle the use of a rifle that shoots.

To live, to laugh, to die, to feel the wrath.

All of these things come with a ring -- of choice.

 

Choices, oh choices, without you, what is life?

life would be nothing and chaos with knives.

A rifle, to stifle, abstract, all just an act?

A life without choices is a choice badly made.

A life with choices is a choice that won't fade.

 

  • Author: Ang999 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2018 11:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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