Choices

The world, of ours
Full of threats and upheaval
Everyone seems to be engrossed
Keeping the pace with the rat race

It aint a new vigor for us
But a question of acquisition
A question that'd frantically intimidating
How I wish it were scripted or foretold

Choice
I have a few of them
And yet my entire life to risk
I'd have to face the consequences
Initially I thought I could just pick a coin
For a throw that'd make a difference
Subsequently I'm going to wring my neck

I want to fly
I want to soar into the sky
I want to be something bizarre
Something different from the others

Here I am, again
Squandering my life
Still standing, contemplating..