Choice
There will always be a choice; Either it will be an infinitely lit sky with stars Or it will be an infinitely dark space. There will always be a choice; Either it will be the peaceful waves Or it will be the boisterous winds. There will always be a choice; Either it will be the existence of life Or it will be the oblivion of remembrance after life. But in the world filled with all of it at once; Where there is no choice even when there is choice I will always shamelessly choose You.