Choices

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Stop and look around
Some are high as a mountain
Some are right on the ground.
Choices we make
In our lives
Comes with prices
Some happy - some sad
So how do we make them?
of course one at a time.
Then we stop and say
I'm not listening to them
These are my choices
be it ,Good or bad
Happy or sad
Life is the road
The road of choices
As for those of love
Are choices, hard as they come?
Hard to see, Hard to know
Which way on the road
And see how far it will go