Everyone says
"Do whatever makes you happy"
Don't mention the cost of it though
You do not know the price until your choices
Come collect and tell you what you owe

In moments you don't realize
Consequences of what you do
Only after it's too late
You can see what would have been best for you

Some decisions too expensive
Until you get the bill you won't know
By then you can't go back and choose
Different directions to go

So bear in mind that every action
And mistake is a tattoo
No matter how costly our regrets
Every one we can never undo

Making choices may be difficult at times
However, we cannot simply rely and depend on being bias
There are circumstances, situations, and dealings
That making a choice is really a must.

Think of whatever choices you will make
This will avoid regrets in the future.
If unexpectedly you made a wrong choice
It is still fine.

We learn from these errors
Which make us wiser and confident
The choice is yours to make
Stand firm by it.

i have struggled to make decisions
all my life
so they’ve always been made for me
what i wear
what haircut i have
what i eat
indecisiveness has always been
my worst enemy
but i chose you
and that’s the only choice
that i am sure of
the decision was mine
nobody made it for me
i own it.

You tell me to choose
Little do you know
The choice was made up for me decades ago

I didn't have a say at all
My cards were snatched out of my hand
I watched all of my aces fall

Choices are always harder for the woman
Something you could never understand
I want to live just one day as a man

You tell me to choose
Little do you know
The choice was taken from me decades ago

I’d like to jot a historic note
One of truths and one where facts remote
Find the facts; here’s your game
One is true and the other defames

I’m an elephant at a zoo
On display, with something to prove
Fake and force fed to stay alive
Forced and caged I’d rather die
I’m an elephant at a zoo
With a trunk full of water
Blowing straight crap out my mouth,
Not fit to be a father
Not actually that unique
And more of a bother
Not ready for life I’d like to be out
But used to being sheltered
Owned by someone but feel headstrong
I’m a big strong mammal with weak wavelengths
Brains a peanut and heads down ashamed
If life’s a zoo then I’m on the main stage

I’m a free gazelle
Headlights a wonder
Ankles are weak from birth after mother
spotted and brown my consciousness is splattered
I’m free to be me yet shot at the same
There’s perks to free range
But rents like open season
Going to be broke by august
Hit my heart without a fine given or any reason
I don’t know what those lights are and why do they move quickly?
Why am I on a hood? Where am I going?
What is my purpose what’s this mantle they speak of?
My heads now on a rack and my eyeballs are marble
I can’t see my pain or feel my legs
But atleast I chose this route and tried to cross that street
Instead of being spoon fed;  lesson learned I suppose
Life’s like a cage I’d rather be out then in a box decomposed