Choice Poem by I.V 94s

Choice



Bringing it out in the light
Seeing that everything is fine
Working on the moves of glory
Watching it all fade like dandelions

I have always liked dandelions
They wanna give you the choice
between ending them
or not
Until the wind
comes
and blows it to destruction

It's not your choice now
is it?

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