Choices.

The night calls out now. It asks you to give in. Things seem to matter less in the darkness. Thoughts are streaming past and seem endless. The mess surrounds you, from within and without. You tread carefully on hearts. Yours lies somewhere beneath them and you can't lift it. Its heavy today dear child, I tell you now. The choices you make are promises for you to keep. A heavy heart sighs with indecision and uncertainty. You know not where the moon is.

Day slowly dawns upon you and you are beginning to feel lighter. Time was given to you to feel. You weighed your choices carefully, you thought. But dear child, no amount of thinking can change the future or tell you how exactly it will be. Time is offered to you and you start to buy it. Thoughts are built upon stubborn fences. They remain persistent but stable. Your continuum is losing balance, dear child. You are making a choice. You have been tipped over and you feel right. The steady blur around you is fading away, you begin to see clarity. You see time has reached you. You are at the toll booth of Decision. 

A decision to have faith,  you always made. Nobody can tell you different. You are at the toll booth and you have to pay now to pass through. You know not, dear child, how to pay, so you step aside, unsure of what lies beyond. Your faith shall not falter, dear child, but your decision is weighed in emotions. Nobody shall pick you up. Soon you shall realize, you do not have to pay, not the price you have in mind at least. 

Life plays its games well.

Cheers!