Choices

Two doors appear before you:

One red, one blue. 

By each stands a rotting skeleton, 

Dressed in a two-piece suit. 

Crooked smiles painted across their faces,

They wave the same flag—

Star-spangled

Red, white, and blue.

They present you with a dilemma:

“One of us speaks the truth.”

“The other only tells lies.”

“Ask one question, then cast your vote.”

You ask,

“Which one of you is the better candidate?”

“I am,” says one.

“I am not,” says the other.

You cast no vote.

Walking away beyond those wretched puppets,

You come across another set of doors - three. 

This time, they are flanked by your boss, mother, and friends.

Upon seeing you, they fall to their knees.

“Please come live in New York and work in person.”

“Don’t do that; stay at home, or you’ll be so far away.”

“When was the last time we ever did anything together?”

Money.

Family.

Companionship.

Which do you crave?

You have three choices, but you choose the fourth,

And walk away.

Perhaps you mean no.

Perhaps you’re still thinking.

But, in the end,

You make no choice.

Is it a rejection of everyone

Or an acceptance of none?

You do not know,

For you choose not to.

You wander endlessly

Across barren plains,

Through seas of fervor,

Until you come across the final door—

But there exists only one.

Guarded by your past lover, 

She radiates beauty:

Your wants, desires,

A warm embrace—

Something more in life,

That which you covet most.

She stares at you coldly 

“Ask one question, 

And I shall answer truthfully”

Each word pierces your soul.

You croak,

“Do you love me?”

“Only the idea.”

You make your choice and leave.