There are so many paths to choose from;
Walking hand in hand or fly freely alone.
Searching for forgotten feeble answers
Ignore it all and watch how death advances.
There are so many hearts offered to bleed
Being a loving master or willing to plead,
Tasting the offending ambrosia on the skin
There’s a way to dive out and drown within.
There are so many causes to blindly fight for
To save the fickle world or settle a minor score
Testing the bases of socially acceptable standards
Ascending beyond the kin or falling backwards.
There are so many tales and myths to devour
Choosing to be an ape or residue of other power.
Such abundance, feels like a knife in the back
The many choices one hasn’t a chance to enact.