Your Choice

Whatever you may do
Where ever you may stand.
Your life may be desolate.
Or it may be Grand.

The leaves may be red,
Or they may be green.

The fruits may be sweet,
Or they may be mean.

Only you can decide
For your choices deem.

Whether the farm may be plentiful,
Or your future may be dim.

Which the moment may be beautiful,
Or... Your Heart out of blood and slim.

Will your love be healing?
Will your Mind be Grim?

Will you make the move into peace?
Or will you choose the No End?

Will you suffer a tremendous pain?
Or will you reap the Win...

Will you engage in those in the paradise?
Or crowd with the dead?

The life will be decided
And you are the judge.
Your decisions are the justice
And they are blind.

As the sickly in vision must be guided
As does your life.
Your visions may be lively
Or you may be done.

Only you know.
Your Choice.