Thursday, August 25, 2005

Whom You Chose That Day


Was it all a game, all these years?
Was your life just an elaborate charade?
For I look around and see tears
On the faces of those who love you most.
One day, one month,
Or several of the latter—
Was that all it took to throw your life away?
Do you really know what it is that you have done,
Or do you think you’ve played the game, and won?
There’s more out there than freedom to be found.
A million forces are vying to impound
Your life, your soul, and everything you could have been and thought.
And now you’ve thrown it all away.