What’s Best?

As soon as I reach the best age

I will break out of my cage

I’ll tear down the door, throw it to the floor

And spend the last of my rage

 

What then might I have to say?

When free to speak as I may

What wrongs would I right, which battles to fight?

How can I know the best way?

 

For freedom brings many choices

Amidst conflicting voices

Only one path is true, the best thing to do

Bring peace so the world rejoices

Choices

Which sea denies the pull of the moon?

What puppet dances to its own tune?

A barbed and chastening valentine

No choice at all; the fault’s all mine

Could do better, the report card says

But how to change one’s errant ways?

Alas, some choices can’t be mended

Outcome’s not as was intended.

Each act’s curtain draws to a close

Why it matters, none other knows