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The Choices We Make by walking shadow poetry

Life stands like a market,
Offering treasures and traps,
Some to lift you higher,
Others to pull you back.

I’ve seen it all,
The good and the bad,
Moments that built me,
And those that tore me apart.

Funny how it works
It all boils down to me.
What I choose to chase,
And what I let be.

The time feels endless,
Until it’s suddenly gone,
And we sit with our “what ifs,”
Wishing we’d done more.

Dreams don’t wait forever,
They live in decisions we make.
What will I give my heart to?
What path will I take?

So here I am,
Standing at the crossroads of life,
Holding my hopes in one hand,
And fear in the other.

I’ve learned this truth
Every choice has a price,
And if I must pay,
Let it be for what brings me alive.

No more excuses,
No more delay,
It’s time to build,
Before regret has its say.


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