Choices

The choices you make and the path you choose,
Is yours to make whether you win or lose;
And you can bend and break any of the rules,
Because in the end we're all nothing but fools.

To each a garden of grass and rose;
To each a share of friends and foes.
What you sow you're bound to reap;
The words you sell are what you'll keep.

I've got nothing to give and little to say;
What's mine isn't really mine anyway.
What matters isn't matter, it's how you feel -
That's the only thing that makes anything real.

And as it stands I've forsaken all possession,
Only to feed that which is my only obsession.
You are the only thing to me that's real;
Yours is the reason for everything I feel.