Choices Poem by Joshua Hillard

We must make a choice by daily,
Whether it may be good or bad,
To make and take the lies we break,
To the life we want to the life we have,

There's no end to our possibilities,
With numbers coming off the rector scale,
Earthquakes and mass quantities of guilt we suffer,
Yet we run out of air to inhale,

Oh the pain from each choice is unbearable,
Sorrow can only swallow me whole,
As karma will follow me for my eternity,
Only the choices I make continues to flow,

You feel the suffering from the choices you make,
Knowing each one has a vigorous flaw,
A supply and demand yet a check and balance,
So why does it cause me to live with no cause,

My life exceeds days like a calender,
No matter the new day coming my choice is made,
I live with one to suffer another,
To live my debt with a bounty who suffers to be paid,

It's a shock on how you can see yourself smile,
Oh but the misery is so much worse,
You can't help but to make one choice to assume the best,
Not even I could've guessed happiness was a curse,

Fooled by the Jesters in this choice game we play,
It's a circus continuing to find business with acts,
Happiness is an unrealized myth, a legend to be discovered,
But not even ancient history can dig it up from its tracks,

Life is stricken with miserable choices to decide,
It's only up to you on how you take your path to deal with it,
But my choices … Only continue to become my suicide,
Now day by day my choices only commit into how to live with it.

...I cannot find my choice, my choice … To absolute freedom...