From whence it came
Moments were choices to be made
Time never forever remain
Were there to be words to be said?
Choices to be acted compulsively
Choices to be thought distinctively
Chosen to face subsequently
Isn’t time as always as naturally?
Champion by some, fools by others
Triumph fades and wrongdoings endure
Promises inconsiderately factors
For lying to considerately ensures
Onto ourselves we do not to others
Yet onto others we do not to ourselves
We are at peace because it bothers
We are uncomfortable because... who else?
With choices whether or not to make
We need find in ourselves to live with
Good and bad with choices of late
Endurance remains but a testament to believe