Choice...

Choices, options, and chances,
all of these words are a type of pressure.

No matter what you pick,
you are always both winner and loser.

What you got, what you lost.
You got love, you will miss something else,
maybe friendship,
maybe time,
maybe freedom,
maybe yourself...

Why should we choice?
There are millions and thousands of options
in front of our faces,
all we have to do is, pick whatever seems right for us
in that particular time.

However, whatever option you pick,
you will either faces it or regrets it.

Oh, no! I should pick that side;
I shouldn't do this;
I should do that;
Why am I picking this side;
If I do that, I will live better...

A lot of dreaming and too many ifs.

Life is something can't change or reverse
and re-choice.
It is the no fun side of life.

Love is something can't regret or return
and pretend everything hadn't happen.
When love breaks apart,
it is the end of the relationship.

Death is something can't touch or see
and just like sleeping.
It is the end of one term,
and it is the start of another as well...

Choice is a type of pressure,
because you are always miss something
no matter what side you pick.
It is cruel because you have no returning.
It is nothing but pressures...