Our life is a glass of water
Filled to the brim, with choices galore
We feel dizzy with our small choices
We never ever think of wanting more

We never think of the jug or tank
Old illusions grasp our mind
Dark storms swirl in our heads
Never know what more we could find

Flowers bloom like choices
Small seedlings evolve into plants
Small choices lead to bigger ones
But that doesn’t mean we can forget
To make the bigger choice altogether