Choice

We all have a choice
How the present plays out
Like a staged masterpiece
Or a corner-bound beggar

Most of us fall
Somewhere in between
The extremes of the actor
And the loss of the quitter

On this middle ground
We walk and we fall
And again as we rise
We learn how to move

Through trial and hardship
Through love and great joy
We find all along
One distinct constant thread

That moving and standing
Are two different things
That standing like sitting
Goes nowhere at all

So to find greatest pleasures
And to love in the end
Begs movement of lovers
And riches found there

This place where the worlds meet
This convergence of shores
Gives all the great option
Of heaven or hell

To choose one or the other
Is a matter of course
To set sights on others
Or stand by yourself