Choices, are what life is made of,
such as pains is what love has paid off.
In time, you'll see the beauty of a fading loft
when there's no one there and lights are soft.

Life is a game of choices, so are we, choices are what we are,
some chose to be happy, while some stay free,
many of us chose to stay, while half has gone away,
a few chose to love, and few stay in doubt.

Its a choice to marry, or otherwise be in a hurry,
choose from evil and bad, so as to be happy or sad,
they say happiness is a choice,
and i say, to choose is a choice.

why would you have to choose between imagination and reality,
when theres no such thing as reality aside from imaginative poetry,
and why would you choose to stay in imagination,
when reality is more than what your mind can bring to realization.

Choices are what life is made of,
and pains are what love has paid off,
make me stay, or give it away
i just hope you're happy with the choice you lay...