Choices
Everyday I meet new choices.
Most don't matter, but some do.
Like what should I do all my life?
What to pursue? Who to pursue?
I can't even make up my mind
On which guy do I like the most?
The one with the curls and the eyes,
The one with the gorgeous smile,
Or the one that impresses everyone?
I like them all, but which the most?
Am I trying to make the  perfect guy from three?
Or are all of them telling me something,
Something that I just can't understand?
Are all the traits of those three,
In the man meant for me?
I don't know, I can't think,
I can't choose, it's too much.
There's too many choices to make.
Kristen M.Patterson
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August 27, 2003
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