This one is big, yet again I'm faced with a fifty, fifty split,
Can I hold on to what I have now, or will I go off and lose all of it,
The chance is bigger then it has been in years,
Will it bring forth sighs of relief or whimpering tears,
I know the way I'll inevitably find answers will be the same,
And I'll be left no matter what happens with the same old shame,
Choices take chances, and both choices make it so hard to look,
Cause they'll be the illustration in the next chapter of my book.
©justin_ur
J