The question is will I make the right choice
Or will it be wrong?
In both my eyes and in the eyes of others?
Will it be right?
But the thing is you don't know that answer,
Until it is too late and then it can't be
changed. You are stuck living that way
until you have to make another choice.
And then the questions and worries start
all over again. Never stopping which is
just the way of life.
A question without an answer.
Which will leave you all alone.
Copyright © Courtney Stewart | Year Posted 2005
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