“It’s your choice,” she said.

One says to leave,

The other tells me to stay.

One says to experience the aspects of the high climb,

While the other says to lay low, and go through the caves.

This side tells me to sleep,

And the other says to eat.

To go through the high trees,

With the wind blowing in the breeze,

Or to float in the ocean,

With your plugged ears.

“It’s your choice,” she said.