The choice of life
That is mine to take
Has been infinitely
Regurgitated and assimilated
Endlessly to find no resolution.
The aspect that now holds sway
Makes it all the more difficult
To choose the face I fantasize
To be more satisfying.
The ugliness that I see before me
Does hold beauty,
Catching me off guard
When I recap my struggle.

But it is my choice.
And though I know
My decisions are jaded
By fruits I�ve allowed
To blossom,
And though all the
Possibilities have been made
Obvious to me,
And I make the choice
Of the more negative shade;
It is mine to make that choice,
Hoping for a day to come
That allows me
The choice perceived
To provide discomfort.
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constructive criticism consults the creative.
written, & otherwise presented by Antonio Reda
date last created (edited): 17 January, 2001
html: 1 February, 2001
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Last revised: 1 February, 2001
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