When opportunities Knock on your door And you're just too confused To forge a choice-- And I don't desire To leave you, Hanging and staggering With woe; Yet, darling, I'm on that swinging precipice, About to hold back Or about to fall; Though, I can't remain Standing and static, like this; It's either-or again And not neither-nor Or even both; I need to go Despite the tears, Swirling down The blood-splattered floor. "Choices" Here I go again--about to make a choice; Though, it won't ever mean I'll leave you; I simply need to go. #Choices #4500th #diwa #yqbaba