So many <br />Different dreary worlds, <br />That it’s hard to make a choice, <br />Hard to choose at all, <br />Hard to have to. <br /> <br />Ahh, that’s it isn’t it? Choice. <br />The great commanding curse <br />Of freedom. It’s very source. <br /> <br />No Freedom without it, <br />Only a painful apathy, <br />With no worry, and no hope. <br /> <br />For hope is always tight with worry, <br />Hope and dread, did I make the right choice? <br />Did I choose wrongly? The stress, anxiety <br />Over the future, over it’s hope. <br /> <br />Yet, and still, there are no wrong choices, <br />Just fleeting, frozen moments. <br />Forever, and without changes, <br />With no way to make them. <br /> <br />So don’t worry, <br />Just choose and go, follow <br />Freedom’s path to the next choice, <br />And don’t worry, <br />Enjoy the hope.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enjoy-hope/
