Choices stand before us, sharp and clear,
Each path a promise, risk, or hidden snare;
They weigh the heart with doubt, with hope, with fear,
And test the soul to see if it can dare.
Some lead through light, where joy and laughter bloom,
While others wind through shadowed, silent lands;
Each step we take can shift our fate or gloom,
Yet none can hold us fully in their hands.
The wise discern what voice to heed or shun,
The patient pause before the final turn;
For every choice, though made, is never done,
Its echoes linger long, instruct, and burn.
So walk with care, and trust your inner voice,
For life unfolds through every chosen choice.
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