There are no sounds.
No desperate cries of attention.
No feeble attempts at laughter.
No temperamental pleas for forgiveness.
Only a plain, dull silence.
Even it echoes,
Leaving behind imprints,
Forever branded in gold,
Our minds forever memorizing.
The task is long and hard,
But it is one path we must take.
We can only do one thing.
Action must be taken.
The mind conjures up inane situations.
Whether it be false or true,
Dreams or reality,
We must deal with it.
It is up to us to decide:
Wrong or right?
Black or white?
It is up to us to decide:
Yes or no?
Stop or go?
It is up to us to decide:
Leave or stay?
Night or day?
It is in only such a place,
Where such things are true.
For it only grants us this:
OUR CHOICE.
