Choices

To be, or not to be To do or not to do To head ahead, or cease To blossom, to wear out, To fight, to loose, to stand, To fall, to rise again, to trust To grow… to love. It’s all laid before you, A day more of your existence Adds more to the clouded shelf of choices There is more if it’s a year more Confusion; it comes in with more picks When the weak and the strong are known Not only for the right selections, Even in the wrong ones. Crap hands for yourself Write a letter to your heart Praise it for the Job well done For two decades and a day Hurry! To the queen, it’s never easy Make your pick, as long as you are happy As long as the smile doesn’t fade So long as it doesn’t deform that beautiful face You don’t always get to choose Some choices are God’s to make Some things are worth trying Some fears are not fears, rather signs Some days are a sign too Some people deserve a room in your heart Some words are best understood when done To more years of happiness To more years of peaceful sleeps To more years of friendship even more To more years of “boys lie” To more years of beauty