Our choice, for the future
could be so different.
For our choice, could represent a voice.
And mine just seems to whisper.
They're many things,
each of us could do.
But it all must be decided,
by our own point of view.
One could choose, to go for wealth,
while the other for enjoyment.
It's all determined on you.
What makes you think?
What makes you excited?
What career will you never seem to rethink?
Just the thought, and stress,
of all to think,
makes me feel, as if I could sink.
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Poetry of sorts
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