• To understand the choices I must make,
    To find a way to tell the dark from light
    And finally know what I did was right;
    All of life is made of actions fake
    That pull me down until I fully break,
    But I would wish that I could stand and fight,
    If only all the world was black and white.
    The shadows are the choices I must take.

    When looking back, one sees where one did wrong;
    The pain that one avoided all along.
    Effects that come from choices last quite long.
    In anything we do we go astray,
    In truth we always seem to lose our way;
    This from the choices we must make each day.