Red and Blue

I feel like,

I'm in a barren wasteland,

With two paths that lay ahead,

In my hand I grasp a miniscule scroll

With a contract written with intricate script,

Saying;

'Here lie the fate of your health,

For you must choose,

Mental or Physical,

Only for there is no inbetween,

Once your decision is finalised,

The repercussions will occur,

You will tick the box and follow the path,

Based upon your decisions,

Choose wisely.'

On the left is,

A land that seems pristine,

Pure and Clean,

If I chose this land,

My body would be free,

Of cancerous fiends for eternity,

My body is a temple,

And I am the goddess it was built for,

I will be immune for the rest of time,

On the right is,

A land that seems prosperous,

Joy spreads like oxygen,

If I chose this land,

All woebegone would be drained,

And replaced with blithe memories,

My brain would be peaceful and calm,

All disputes erased to corners of the galaxies,

Time it is not to dwelled but cherished

I must choose,

I have no paths ahead of me,

Yet there is a pill,

The decision is mine,

Please give me a sign,

On what to do,

For I can't, decide.

But there is a third option,

Death? Let it be.