In heartfelt peace, I wait for daybreak

seeking the isolation of serenity’s choice,

subtle and ephemeral in my hands

knowing that both happiness and sorrow

exist in parallel universes, offering

choice of which star we select from sky.

Mustard moon is pared to fine sliver

frozen in place by choices I made

Mist leaks under the clouds gently,

pouring tears of promise from pitchers

of warm enveloping trances,

magical moments of sweet surrender

craving the light in silent desolation.

Daylight creeps in a chasm of colors

engulfing me in rich tones of selection

embraced with the thought that

I can’t envision what I am not

I have no choice but to be true

            TO MYSELF

To be irresponsible once again,

To chance upon wisdom.

Selecting the best of two evils,

Determining the worst among pearls.

To grasp a hand outstretched,

To release from the precipice,

One choice closer to death,

One death more to discover.

To cultivate living,

To extinguish a dream,

To rally for peace,

To excuse the means,

To believe in one's judgement,

To decide in the moment,

To plague the sentient,

The luxury of choice.

I wanna stand up to you

But I also wanna be with you

I really do

I hate you

I love you

You hurt me I hurt you

I feel

No matter what I do

Some one will get hurt

It's up to me

At the same time

It's not

I hate seeing

That disappointing

Look in your eyes

I hate knowing

I'm the reasoning behind it

It wouldn't be so bad

If you weren't with her

You and I would've found a way to bond by now

Of that I'm sure

But right now

I'm stuck

I don't want to hurt anyone

Besides myself

I wish I wasn't alone

I wish I was at home

I wish knowledge was wealth

Cuz what your doing to me right now

Isn't very good for my health

I'm dying inside

Can't you see?

My soul

it's bleeding

I wanna die

It seems to be the only way

But I can't run from my problems

So I pray

I wish you wouldn't

Put so much pressure on me

I really wish

You would just

Leave

Me

Be

When hope

resurrects like

vapor traces

smoking upon

water the slightest

defect effaces

these wisps

with the dawn.

But when

dreams

are built on

impervious granite

just try to

scratch or

erase them

for flint cannot.

Choose then

fitful sleep

on stone pillows

or wake forlorn

to projects

dreamt of

but always

stillborn.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both"

Here you stand at a crossroads.

Choose wisely

The paths we choose

Are what will end up as our fate.

Our very existence; our lives

Are determined by the choices we make.

The importance of choice is so great

That everything that mankind

Has ever done

Is rooted from a choice that was made.

The freedom of choice

Is necessary to make us humans

Because when our ability to choose is stripped from us

What remains?

Can we truly choose our fate? No.

Ha! We are not in control, we are

Only marionettes controlled by some bored entity

Ice cold and indifferent; if only we

Could find a way to break free, or

Else we waste away on sagging strings forevermore.

I am one years old. I stand, leaning against the arm chair. Then I make a choice. I let go. My first steps.

I am now five standing in a playground. I make a choice to sit in the sand box next to the girl with the pretty blond hair. My future best friend.

I am eleven. Walking through the cafeteria of a new school. I make a choice. I sit at the table in the corner. I will never leave their sides.

I am fourteen. On the phone he asks a question. I say yes. My first love.

I am sixteen. I take the keys. I feel so free.

I am eighteen. I press the send button in the college application. This will determine my future.

I am twenty five. He is in front of me on one knee. I say yes. My new life.

Listen to the voices,

Ludicrous decisions,

Helpless to make up my mind.

Far too many choices,

Myriad revisions,

What am I trying to find?

Confusion rejoices,

Insane indecisions,

Efforts completely resigned.

Choice is not something that is free

It has to be given these days

For everything is controlled and limited

They only let you think you have a choice

They let you believe you can choose

But really you are led by the nose or forced by throat

The government the media the adverts and shows on TV

They are the one pushing you telling you what to choose

So is it really our choice?

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Importance is decided by something's effect on success. It is measured by the direct effect of the things you do that bring you to be successful.

It is by this that I see choice potentially as being one of the quintessential items of import in all of our conscious existence!

We decide everything for ourselves and our lives,

This is choice,

Choice decides.

It guides the lines outlining the path we've walked,

our spent time

and the ripple of our wave

as we slowly glide in the shallows and walk this earthly experience.

As we shall remain in remnants of the things we affect and this is our mark on the world.

Our effect,

which we yeild every second

we react and how we choose to be.

So you see choice is key

to everyone in the long run,

and it places us in

unity as we all start from zero

with choice as the opportunity to be our baseline

as we solve for why

we're doing things.

Choice is not only taking action

but it's taking responsibility,

It is uniquely personal but universal throughout humanity.

Such a simple thing,

i find in it beauty,

and that is important

Like society taught me.

That was more joking

but as a last thing,

how could it be

that choice werent important

when there are so many

who would try to take it away?