Some choose to toil beneath the sun
Others choose to laugh, their tasks undone
Some choose to reach the for stars out there
Others choose to simply sulk and stare
Some choose to act well in the play
Others choose to watch from far away.
Some choose to love this uncertain life
Others choose to focus on its trifling strife.
Some choose to run the winning race
And steadily believe through their darkest days
Others lose hope before they’ve even entered the track
And choose to only shamelessly stand back
Some choose to love, some choose to hate
Some choose the golden palace, others – the wooden gate
Some choose to laugh, but some to weep
Its true – what you choose that you shall reap.