CHOICES

 At two, there comes a stir,

Where the pillows feel harder,

The walls begin to stare,

And the bed grows flatter.


The cock crows to remind you

You're not the universe's only soul awake.

They've walked this path through and through,

And know its weight and all it takes.


Too much for wanting success,

It always comes at a fee,

The beautiful things that bring happiness,

Sometimes, you must let them flee.


Yet they whisper, “stay with me”

With soothing voices of melancholy

Awakening feelings of blue 

To drive away their defeat


A tug of war, 

Between dreams to fulfil and a joy to feel

A cost to pay, and a wound to heal

A choice, between dreams and joys

(I don't know what to put here so😂😂)


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