Should we this
Should we that
Clung by decisions everywhere
Choose this one
Choose that one
Decision making every time
Can we not?
Shall we not?
No and No the answer sounds
Raising questions in the midnight air
Life itself is a question to be raised,
a decision to be made.
Either to fill this space with bliss and cheerfulness,
Or to fill it with sorrow and unhappiness
It’s always up to us
Still,
Decisions have to be made
For that may be a turning point
And never can be changed
Throughout lifetime.
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