Choices

I…..Feel it

I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this

Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul

I…..Feel it

Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying

Why, why are you not he you wish to be

I…..Control it

I am who I choose to be I scream, the past

Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be

I…..Refute it

I alone create reflection

I alone strike the match