Monday, August 25, 2008


Left or right,
Right or wrong,
These are the stories,
Of many a song.

The decision to choose,
Leaves us bare,
When we look outside ourselves,
As we seek to compare.

Inside us all,
Are the answers we seek,
Inside us all,
Is never meek.

Choose your way,
With tender care,
Proceed then my friend,
With no need for flare.

Your choice defines you,
Not for me,
Your choice defines you,
In this you must be free.

Free to choose,
Your path,
Is just as simple as,
Elemental math.

My desires,
Should not play,
When you decide to choose,
If you leave or stay.

It has been said,
Nothing is better for you,
William Shakespeare was a mother fucker,
To thine own self be true.

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