Choices


Tromping through the rain again,

Trying to ease my pain,

Trees reach high,

To vanilla skies,

Try to remember not to stray.

The paths are steep,

The pits are deep,

Striving hardest not to fall,

Take my hand,

You'll understand,

There is no choice at all.

Our fate is sealed,

Our wavering healed,

Don't stress and don't give in.

In the end,

We'll all descend,

The house will always win.


Akasha, 2005