Choices Will you stay in that closet Just to make that deposit? Will your smile be as fake As a man made lake Will your levies be as heavy As a belfry tower, Making you cower Will your spirit weep as Long as the sheep bleat Or will you admit that you are beat. Will you look around and see What can be found Lift you eyes from the ground Life is not a burial mound. Or This might make me a bit of a bore But right now it fills me to the core I just know I want more! For my prediction is this affliction Is far from fiction.