The Choice
He pours his heart into the bowl of life
Translucent and bright, it spins round and round
Holding none in reserve, it’s not his fault
Life is to be lived unto the fullest
Partial commitments dull love ev’ry time
If both are not invested, why bother?
Cull the verge and let true love blossom forth.
One way or the other, a heart will break
Can she live with, losing the one she loves,
A rehashed fantasy haunting her steps?
The choice is harrowing but must be made.
One knows, the other does not… What to do?
Live and love in a life of hidden truth
or rejoice in the acceptance of love?
Hitchhiker 