Many A Door, No Exit

Gates of exit and all well-lit, A choice I have and I choose it, Freedom I have to choose my choice, Call it a democratic voice, But no choice to consequences, That choice has always been but His, A dilemma digging at core, A catch-22's tricky door! But what will be oh will sure be, Can't still leave it to destiny, Call it a fate or some deity, Choosing, not to choose, too is choice, For, exercised have I my voice! And God will sure ask a question: Pray, as to my expectation, Did ye live up to that, my son? Yet, whatsoever I may choose, Duly cooked up seems my goose! _____________________________ Reflections | 11.03.2019 |