Choice

There will always be a choice;

Either it will be an infinitely lit sky with stars
Or it will be an infinitely dark space.

There will always be a choice;

Either it will be the peaceful waves

Or it will be the boisterous winds.

There will always be a choice;

Either it will be the existence of life

Or it will be the oblivion of remembrance after life.

But in the world filled with all of it at once;

Where there is no choice even when there is choice

I will always shamelessly choose You.