Choice of many sorts

Our age is just so short …

Have you ever had that thought?

Did you ever think of life

And the death in which you'll dive?

We may tell you of your choice -

Listen not if it is noise,

Listen for to change your life

And the death in which to dive.

May we hope that you will hear

Of the cross you'll have to bear?

May we trust that you will listen

Even though your eyes don't glisten?

Even though the path is hard

And may tear you apart?

We will tell in but few words

Of that Choice Of Many Sorts,

You may hear us or not,

Having fled, or having fought.

Choice is simple as it is -

You may help or you may tease,

You may fight or you may run,

Being moon or being sun.

You'll be wise or you'll be dumb,

Being river, being pump,

Being friend or being foe,

You'll be head, or you'll be toe.

You may live safe or be in danger,

Be encaged or live as stranger,

Live as man or live as herd,

Wait for freedom - or shepherd.

Live for good or live for bad,

Feel as happy or as sad,

Feel as same or feel as other,

Live with enemy or brother.

You'll be once or be forever,

Dead at once or never-ever,

You'll be life or you'll be death,

Nothing more, yet nothing less...

Choice is told for those who’re bold,

Being whispered, never sold,

With a touch and not a hit

Light of yours we tried to lit.

You may hear or may not,

Change your path or just abort,

But of this you have been taught

For your life is just so short...