CHOICES

Forks that we come across,

Night and day.

We think to choose,

And choose to think.

Odds that change us,

Make or break us,

We live through them,

Along with the pain or glory.

To leave or to stay

Is your choice

To run or to fight

Is your choice

Anything and it’s despise

Is your choice.

What’d you do,

If you didn’t have them!


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