Decisions, Decisions....

The choice is mine

Suddenly I see

A million things 

relying on me.

To change a life?

To disrupt a cycle?

Can I validate this happening?

 

What to choose;

What to do;

If I had to choose one

I'd choose something new:

What about choosing 

to change what we see

when we look at each other?

To make people see

not what they want 

but what it should be.

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