What good does choice have
When I have nothing to choose from
Choices were made for me
Dusted & faded among them, my lost dreams
What dreams? I barely recollect
After a night’s sleep
When I forsake the most precious dreams
I didn’t abandon them by choice
It’s just that, I can’t remember them
Sometimes I hear my heart beats
Among those midnight sighs
Straining my ears to pick
Some celestial sounds
Why would God talk to me
When I can’t even understand
The speech of my fellow beings
That is my fear…that I will never understand language!
living by no choice itself is a choice cus d other choice is u can run away...
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