Negating Duality
Were there but two, perhaps then I could choose,
the first and second having equal chance;
for one to win, the other surely lose,
could free me from the truth of circumstance.
Reality is choices multiplied –
no black nor white, but ever-shifting grey;
select a shade when all are amplified
and set the most appealing on display.
If truth be told, we are but wandering
through mazes where the turns are never clean
to left or right, but leave us pondering
each small degree and option in between.
I did not choose you, love, but I decide
to stay, to fight, to know I truly tried.
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