Life is full of crossroads.
Opportunities to choose,
to lose,
to gain so much.
When choosing one thing over another:
a friend, a chance, a change;
some choices are easier than others.
There come choices that are simple:
black and white, right and wrong;
but more often than not,
what occurs are the choices that are not so.
The risks are unforeseeable,
the chances unknown,
and the possibilities infinite.
Your brain calculates the odds,
your mind urges you on,
but your heart screams in anguish
over what you might leave behind.
Some choices are unmakeable.
Some chances are untakeable.
But even no choice,
is still a choice.
Author notes
This was written while I was thinking about switching schools. Over-dramatic for such a lame thing, but that's okay.
What did you think
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Lame person! Switching schools! I realized I hadn't commented on this, so now I am. And you're sitting right across the room from me.
I like the penultimate (hee hee, ap english) stanza, and the last stanza, and I like how the poem builds up in strength as you read. Yay, Sam poem!
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