Choices, they have to be made
the game of life, it has to be played.
Stagnated, soured water and death
avoid all choices, and its all you have left.
Heart breaking decisions beyond all reason,
a heart that never changes, unlike the seasons.
It soon turns to ice learns only to hate
until you are knocking at the devils gate.
Choices they have to be made,
the game of life, it has to be played.
So be brave, my dear life soldier,
or else your precious soul grow colder.
Fear not the repercussions, but regret,
it will follow you, never to forget.
Karen Hayward ©2012 Edited 2020 Image and words
