It’s a sorry state of being
when you never make a choice.
you would rather stay silent
than obey the knowing voice.
Your desperately searching
for the right and comfy way.
Morning breaks and darkness fades,
oh look – another day.
Another moment wasted.
Another chance missed.
Not choosing is to choose against –
Is this really your last wish?
Have you really given up hope?
Are you clinging to despair?
Wear your floats and don’t you dare drown
‘Cause you’re too unwilling to care.
Make the effort to do the right thing,
Keep those evil thoughts at bay.
(Consequences do happen
Don’t be fooled by the pattern)
Don’t let this moment slip away.
Gingham Butterfly 