RAINBOWS IN MY EYES

I know a girl who after travelling for many years through life , reached the gates of maturity,she had limited choices, but did she have a choice? Each choice carried a price,  she couldn't afford to have a common choice.Yet every lip told her, TOMORROW IS YOUR CHOICE.

Decisions could be made but what future do they promise? Even promises are simple words.

Despite all, a decision must be made from no choice.

Her eyes became soaked in rainbows of these limited choices, none to suit her but all may work out just incase. I still wonder what colour is her favorite.

 life is an irony, I should sit with the wind and laugh at the grains of sand in the Sahara.