The decision
The situation is getting tough
So grab your pen or pistol
Let feelings naratte
And listen to your thought
What’s it telling you?
Or demanding?
Or asking?
Or hesitating?
Where will it send you?
To the left
Or to the right
To darkness
Or to light
Choosing you to feel great
Or live your life to mourne
Forget all the crap
Or stay forever stubborn
So grab your pen
Or stick with your gun
Face reality
Or make a run
Don’t be a chicken
Be who’d you wish to be
Make that darn choice
And decide your own destiny
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Elenore De Groote: | Dinsdag, april 08, 2008 04:04 |
| Knap geschreven, is af! | |
| RealMe: | Maandag, april 07, 2008 23:34 |
| ja het is damn choice maar ik post ze nog ergens anders waar Damn in **** verandert ;) | |
| (thotje): | Maandag, april 07, 2008 19:25 |
| Don’t be a chicken Be who’d you wish to be Make that darn choice And decide your own destiny Is het niet; ''''Damn'''' choise? |
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 april 2008 | ||
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