My life is molded by many decisions
Every decision comes with a con
Shall my life be labelled misery?
While I wait for what is mine, what is gone?
Some choices make me weep for what will be lost
But for every choice, there will always be a cost
To obtain my goals, and not be late
Nor too early, otherwise I'll have to wait
My decisions are the ones that choose my end
They can break my future like bones
They carved my body and my mind
Like they carve the stones