CrossRoads

I know there is a choice,
Something is becoming.
And no matter the choice.
It will change everything.

I opened my eyes
To this sight of how things will be
And before me
Change was all I could see

At first sight,
The outcomes seem fine
But I just realized,
The choice isn’t mine

I must give up my will
The ability I have to do otherwise
I am afraid that, of this choice
Personally I will be ostracized