When the crowd is gone. When all that is left is the echo of their cheers. Long after silence is what is left, behind closed doors, may I continue to choose my choices. May I continue to choose this artistic and blessed life. May I continue to choose my art. May I continue to choose my life. May I continue to choose my love. May I continue to choose this life that I am creating. May I continue to choose myself.
Choosing my choice
Sense & Rants 