There is a time in our life where we have two choices,
and with this task it brings with it something like two voices.
I debate the options in my head like it's on repeat,
this decision is like choosing between two completely different streets.
I ask my family for guidance, so they could help me on my way,
but it seems they have chosen my path, based on what they have to say.
I feel if I choose one the other will soon leave,
as if I have forsaken them in their time of need.
So no matter what I choose each will both be wrong,
for these choices in my life is where both of them belong.
