There Is A Thing Called Choice Poem by Katerina Val

Run
oh but you have to hide first
Stay
too hungry yet to get away, to find the golden means to escape
Things, you cannot utter
Pieces and shards you cannot shatter
Sharp edges of a mirror you didn't get to break

Blue
or black?
pink
or red?
Covered your head in blood
Purging and darkening your thoughts through black
the choice you didn't have
the road through the seizures you get to run
the seizures
the thousand miles, it shall never stop
stick the pink in black
mix your white thoughts with blood
stick the one piece to another, it is a puzzle so far
free your head, it is you in the corner
nothing more than this will ever come

then free choice is not that enough
free choice shall never be enough
it shall never be an option, don't even stop!

Fatalist and querulous
a catalyst to all that happened but too chivalrous
to spill dirt as it is
Running, thousands of a faux-pas as they run
finding the golden shuddering
any golden means is not destined for their humble heart
I mean to do no harm
but it shall never stop

Choose
between the pride, the cold and the sun
the sequence shall never be enough
an outburst as I had
don't solidify your inconvenient heart
unsatisfied heart
don't have her cry
accept the fact that it shall never be enough
the tyranny of free choice, shall never stop.