I stood ready,
My mind has made up its decision.
Its my life right, not somebody's
I stand with my choices be right or wrong
or an incision to the cranium
I'm the painter, I'm the caretaker, I'm the one who misbehaves here.
I choose not the right paths always but I made up for the selection of company that I made.
Life is always clear cut. It's us humans (humane or not) who add on the buts.
Just move on with life, just read through it and on with the next chapter.
