Choices

You are someone

You would not like to be

Wandering the way to illumination

Sinking in bizarre rituals

Whole life studying lines and signs

You take pains to chase

Shadows of yourself...

Shadows of yourself

Things, you are thinking are right

Just must have imagined as that

Myths of all systems

And never written book

Or book written thousands of times

No matter where and how

Your move is your start...

Like freely river of perceptions

Consciousness, private library

Of everything anti and pro

Life, choice, death

Despite circumstances

There is always your way