If all the choices we may make
Will be the wrong ones made,
Then why should we not live
As we wish? Choices chosen in duress.
Rationality superimposed retroactively
Upon decisions made in different times
Is ever a hard and harsh reality
To be the bearer of, & know truly.
Questions infantile by nature paraded
Like undying relics of forcefully forgot
Days filled with freedom’s lack & worry,
Now ignored, boundaries kept & defined.
Chance developments show stories
By brutal & yet soft touchstone
Comparison wherein minor seems major,
The mountains are but little hills.
So what choices are right, with perspective?
The pall of poisoned veils appals with vitriol,
Rationality bleeds out of drawn eyes,
Shaded against suns going cold, dying,
No longer gold or glowing, a vanished god.