Choices

Life goes on and on

In a pace so high

We walk and run

From place to place

We seldom stop

To get some space

Walking over fields

Smell the scent so sweet

From flowers white

And trees around

I love the calm

Soft nature sound

I pretend I fly

Looking down from high

What will matter then?

What is there to lose?

Let's pretend we fly

Looking down from high

What will matter then?

What is there to lose?

What will we do?

We have to choose

Not to lose