Options are far too great, far too many, and I can’t make sense of which is right This moment is a gift, the present, and it will always linger, day or night So to decide whether to be happy during the collapse, happy for a life lived and deeds undone Or fall when the world sparks back like electricity, fall because the pain no longer unites us, makes us one They school me just to rule me, what if I don’t want to be a professor, what if a comedian speaks my fate? Maybe I want to live on scraps, call concrete a home, not even remembering if this morning I ate And it doesn’t matter because that thought is beautiful, to live like ancestors not so carefully nurtured Even though it kills off emotions, yes, it will hurt sure But you can’t make decisions for me, I dream on an independence unimagined to blossom And my only friends will be the drumsticks and the possum Decisions, decisions, decisions We can’t win it, we win it, so be it