Choice
We live we die,
We are born then we grow old,
This is life how some know it,
Some of us wait to die,
Yet some wait to finally live,
What is that thing that drives us not to be robots,
Choice.

It is something we are born with,
Finally we can control something.

Choice is nether Good nor bad yet the counquies fall onto the hand for the choser,
But some people that are so special in life that we want to be them are the chosen.

We die into a midnight prayer,
We wake to everlasting lfe brought to us,
We choose who we are,
Yet if your not liking who you are maybe you made the wrong choice.

I am one who live and die everyday by the choices I make,
A foolish man is a man who has someone else to choose for him.

It is your life you decide on your path in life,
But be warned all choices has a counquies caould either be good or bad it is your CHOICE.