This morning I was given an important choice
The same choice i am obliged to make day after day
But nevertheless, a choice of significance
I can wake up and walk and talk and breath
Or I can live
Do something spontaneous, something important
After all, where is the fun in existing without living?
Like watching a movie without paying attention to the plot
That life is pointless
But it is safer, and that seems important somehow
I could be an angel or a devil
It doesn't matter as long as I am something
It's my decision and the jury's out
This is my verdict:
Today, I'm calling my own shots
Not anyone else, not even fate
I am not the protagonist, but the author
I'm the one with the pen in my hand
My story is unwritten
And I intend to be the one writing it