why have to make choices.

why can't it be like the coming and going of the sea,

keeping the tide warm, free of riddles and cliffs.

i cant even understand anymore,

and my eyes wont cry.

let it be said that destiny is chosen by few,

but confronted by all of us.

and then again, if you choose sleep, or if you choose not to be awake,

then you may not be choosing at all.