Night argues with the Day,
The Sun grows envious
Of the Stars, yet
Both equally beautiful
But so very far from
My own understanding of
How good and evil can
Flow from one place yet
They are two different things
That fill one empty space...
The power of choice versus
The power to control

Sometimes, I wonder,
Which one would have
Been better for my soul?

Why love when love
Can also cause pain?
Why smile if your smile
Can be someone's rainy day
When no smiles appear?

Why give me a choice?
What if I choose not to
Hear what you say?
What If I decide to go 
My own way, or something
Inside takes ahold of me to
The point where I am
Completely blind-unable to
See the dire consequences
That are in front of me?

Am I truly free?

Two roads that lead
To one ultimate destination-
The Power to chose versus
The Power to control...
Yet I know nothing of my
Own soul or what is best
For me, so the power to
Choose is a special gift
That I must use wisely...