The Choice -------------------------------------------
the choice is where we choose to fall
in despair or not at all
pushing forward never sure
lost your way because of her
never tiny never small
to go right now or not at all
keep on going and you might fall
finding nothing brings a pain
the shirts we wear are far to plane
seven days ill go insane
bring me something i search in vain
wondering where we are
finding solice in a bar
over the shores the tide is coming
grab the car and drive away
the world must hear what you have to say
eight days have gone by
you dont remember where or why
run away into the sea
ending where never meant to be
This is pretty good. The rhyme scheme is a little much to bear, but it works well. At times I thought the piece was gonna get a little clichéd, but just when you were about to do that you steered us back onto the road. It is strongely emotive, and original. A piece to be proud of.
Submission Name: The Choice
