And then nothingness
Cocooned in ravenous safety & responsibility
Death; of soul and of self
Behold the future
Mindless drivel, like the poem of a drunk
So then what, what could be?
All that is left is a choice
Will it be acceptance
Or will it be refusal
Will you be the one, or will you swallow the blue pill
Will you change the course of your destiny
By accepting your destiny
Will you turn your back on your calling
To slump back into anonymity
Will you choose to live
Or will you choose to die
Regardless of the consequences
The choice is always yours to make
Especially when it feels as though it isn’t.
We are always given a choice.
Always, although sometimes I wish the choice could be made for us, life would be so much easier – but so boring too