Choices

Sometimes
The world around me makes no sense
Sometimes
I have to decipher all the voices, opinions, options and throw out what doesn't fit, keep what does
Sometimes
I make choices wishing I didn't have to
Sometimes
I wish I could just stay in bed and let the choices be left unchoosen
But I find
The world around me makes perfect sense,
Maybe not in my way, but in its own way
And choices I make returns me to myself
My power is MINE
And staying in bed IS sometimes the best choice
But I have to acknowledge
Not making choices really doesn't really mean
I'm not choosing