some choices are made
to decide the path you will follow

think quickly now, with an open mind
because sometimes the herbs are hard to swallow

the bitter taste let soon after
dulls the eyes and fills them with tears

when all that you have left
is nothing but fears

and now your mind races
wondering what to do next

all of the options
leaving you quite vexed

nothing to cradle you
no hand to hold

not when you cry out in confusion
and the tears grow cold

your mind is weary
to stone, your heart is turning

from dream to nightmare
your spirit is burning

FOCUS NOW!
there is no more time to waste

set your mind to goals
give no one else but a taste

for this is the path that is chosen
and it's to late to turn around

inside your soul screams
and the fire consumes the sound




for there is no other choice
when there is no voice
and all others rejoice

at the choices made for you

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 632 AF.