Choices

Life is so short yet so long,
So full, yet so empty.

Life is what you make of it,
Or what you don’t.

Life is composed of choices,
One turn that can make or break you.

Left or Right, Up or Down,
To run or to walk, To go or to fall?

I stand on the edge,
Of right and of wrong.

I want to let go,
I want to be free.

I want to ride with the wind,
To feel the breeze.

I want to hold on,
I want it to stay this way.

I don’t want to move,
For fear you will leave.

So I stand here this way,
Hoping my choices will,
Make my choice for me.