Choices and Voices

Choices are voices in my head which often amuse
They go quiet when I have no clue
They make me choose, they make me refuse
They make me confuse, they are so damn profuse

Choices are two voices, very distinct and clear
Oh! But I hear one over the other in fear
They say 'you made the choice, Oh! you did it dear'
They steer life from one direction to another, far and near

Choice is made, it will later re-appear
They remind you, its you who did this dear !
Now the voices confess they never, never interfere
But change courses of destiny by changing the gear

Choices are actions, later everything will cohere
Later they flare and tell you a story with a tear
Now the voices are much louder, vivid and sincere
Choices are voices, they were always all here !
I thought they were the ones that never adhere
They appeared, reappeared and told me no dear !
It is you who chose me, when you were not clear
Be sincere and cheer and cheer !
I angered the choices, year on year,
But voices got sad and now they never volunteer !