Choices (If I’m Able to Choose, You can choose.)

My chest quiver, my body shivers

And I feel I've catch a fever

For I have traveled for miles

In search of levels of higher ranks

But I don't fit into it;

Like a square peg in a round hole- yet I look into the sky of lies like,

An ignorant baby and smile

Not caring, not minding about my worries and woes.

It still doesn't matter,

Whether I have been beaten twice

I’m seen wise, not because I backslide

But I chose to rise thrice.

In this paradise where dual liberation is succeeded with a paradox substitution

As me for I.

I am bound to choose, whether I'm to wear the

Gloves of my own self or,

Borrow dubiously from the meek and mild,

The choice is mine, whether I act as a coward

Easily accepting all that comes my way

And ran from all my earthly cares and responsibilities

Or look fate in the eyes with a smile like Simba

Whiles heartlessly laughing at pain,

The choice is all mine

I'm free to choose, and so are you.