You choose
Decisions. Decisions.
Growing up with no directions.
Constantly second-guessing about
every option that presents itself,
is it really a blessing?
Maybe it's a curse.
I never truly rehearse the consequences but the only way to find
out is dabbling in it first.
Speaking life sounds simple.
It's truly fundamental.
The words you choose to speak will cut into your mental.
Whether good or bad, whether happy or sad,
God laid out the blueprint to guide us on our path.
Now it's up to you.
God gave you the rules
but it all relies on what will you choose?
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world