To say,
Or not to say.
To dream,
Or not to dream.
To try,
Or not to try,
To sing,
Or not to sing.
Life is full of choices,
We make ones everyday.
From what we want to wear,
To what we want to play.
From who we want to be with,
And who to leave alone,
Life holds many choices,
Do you make the right ones?
I know I don’t make the right ones all the time,
And for sure neither do you.
Because no one is perfect,
Including me and you.
I could say,
No, not really,
It doesn’t concern me.
But is that the right thing?
So instead of living life to the fullest,
You refuse to acknowledge the good.
And only see the poorest,
And deprive yourself of what you could have had.
Instead of doing what you could have done,
To prove yourself true,
You did the opposite,
And made everyone turn from you.
Labels: poem
To say,
Or not to say.
To dream,
Or not to dream.
To try,
Or not to try,
To sing,
Or not to sing.
Life is full of choices,
We make ones everyday.
From what we want to wear,
To what we want to play.
From who we want to be with,
And who to leave alone,
Life holds many choices,
Do you make the right ones?
I know I don’t make the right ones all the time,
And for sure neither do you.
Because no one is perfect,
Including me and you.
I could say,
No, not really,
It doesn’t concern me.
But is that the right thing?
So instead of living life to the fullest,
You refuse to acknowledge the good.
And only see the poorest,
And deprive yourself of what you could have had.
Instead of doing what you could have done,
To prove yourself true,
You did the opposite,
And made everyone turn from you.
Labels: poem