Choices

It is inevitable. You may ignore, avoid it, delay it, but the fact remains-you must face it.

Am I to make a poem that rhymes
As I have done so many times?
Or perhaps a poem that runs so free,
Though it's somewhat difficult for me.

Will this poem tell the truth to her,
Or simply keep the fact from her?
That I loved her then and I love her now,
Yet I'm bound to my fate's adamant vow.

Am I to seek the halls of fame,
And risk my mind to play this game?
Are the god's the ones who draw my lots,
Or am I the one who sketches plots?

Shall I stop and quit, and let chance die,
Or proceed with madness life's sweet lie?
Shall I hum a tune of yearning years?
Or kneel down and weep some bitter tears?

Choices are given � my choice is made
Before life's candle lights finally fade.
I will stop for now but will not cease
To make my choice 'til I sleep in peace.