like a box of chocolates wrapped in silver and gold life handed to me in a gold plate
the choice to be meek or bold
there are no assurances
what you get out of this box
with your choice come nuances
be a meek lamb or a fierce foxdoes it matter what I want?
does it matter what I become?i cannot choose what I get from the box
'can only hope I don't get damned.
on some days I get the nice ones I am happy, I am a lamb
a bad chocolate, I pulled out once
a fox sprung, people jumped.i sit in silent contemplation shall i get another chocolate from the box?
'can't avoid it, I must get one 'can't say "Can I pass?" Deym, it sux!
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