A ChoiceIf you had a choice would you chooseA Choice
To always win and never lose
To never get beat or suffer defeat
To be on top without having to cheat
You’d never feel down or the least bit sad
You’d always feel good and never feel bad
Everyone wants a life better than this
With a perfect life just think what you’d miss
If you’re always happy how can you tell
The difference between heaven and hell
How can you feel hot unless you’ve felt cold
Who realizes youth until they are old
If I had your choice I
Life is merely an arduous jourLife is merely an arduous journey toward the eternal realities that lie beyond the realities that presently surround us. The world we know is a mask, an impenetrable mask that grins, or scowls, or leers down at us – humanity. Those who finish their travels have journeyed on past the mountains that enclose our valley of thought. Others are left in the furrow of the Earth, craning their necks as if they need only to elevate themselves another inch and thus peer over the rocky crags, gaining enlightenment.Life is merely an arduous jour
Alas, these cliffs of granite are a monolith of secrecy and oppression. Rising sharply to meet the sky, stone scrapes
