Choices

Choices

There's a delicate deliciousness
To the sweet things in life
It's the kind of fleeting sensation
That almost always leaves you wanting more

Almost

You see, there's a hidden bitterness
At the center of the deceptive delicacy
A certainty proven false
A chance proven to truly be merely that

A chance

And what is a chance?
It's everything
You can take it, make the most of it,
And the consequences follow

They always follow

The thing is you can't follow thereafter.
Once the consequences start leading
You miss all the chances
And you can no longer tell the difference

Between bitter and sweet

It all just tastes the same
Because, in a way, it always did
But you made the choice
To believe otherwise

The choice for faith

Faith in your self
Faith in your future

Each day may feel the same
But you could choose to treat each

Like something new