Fake it your flaws,
Life is just like cub paws,
Either way though it diverse,
Choice are to be made,
Elseways living would be the curse.

Hitch up with the people you love,
Oust the imposter with mop,
Beginnings are always rough,
Choice are to be made,
Between peppy and tough.

What would be your life's aim?
Would it be achieving only name and fame?
Succeeding could be the other game,
Choice are to be made,
Else your life will be full of shame.

Voice are to be raised,
And,
Choice are to be made.