My Choice

One day there came a decision,
and perhaps I was not ready,
For I was lead astray, to a road most unsteady,
Be it Rebellion or a Pure Heart-ed Thought,
I still Am not sure What lead me to this Deviance

On one Road lay Society and all its precision
On the Other, lay something, and maybe I'm crazy
Even though the reason is hazy,
Even so my choice, not always accepted, or Sought
I never will care, For I love my Experience.

I chose correctly, I am sure,
For those bubbly ponies, make me happy,
and though It may seem weird and wacky,
They make me feel better,my pain starts to blur,
And that has made all the difference.