My Most Important . . .
Is it blue and black?
Maybe gold and white?
No, it’s the hero in sky that you consider to be a villain at sea.
It walks with me, yet prances with you
Its sweet tea at noon and coffee and midnight
Its wink, flirt, date then break up
Rethink
Wink, flirt, date then marry
Its voting, timing, deciding, questioning make that rewinding.
Its choice
plain and simple
It is Choice
Its the choice of seeing the good rather than the bad
Its the choice to view life the way I choose
Whether it be half empty or half full
Without my choice its not my life
Id be like a robot going through detox, a draft member solider with PTSD
Id feel like another rape victim statistic, or side of the road corpse that a drunk driver side swiped
If I want to permanently mark my body with something of temporary importance
It may be stupid
but
its my stupid decision to make
Republican to Democrat
Optimist to Pessimist
Introvert or Extrovert
Choice is my importance, choice is my being, choice is my life
who I am, what I do, who I like, what I see, my view to your view, your time to my time
Its all my choice, exactly the way it should be