Choices

It's like the clearest thing you've ever seen, you see the bottom through a mountain stream

Or you hold a flower in your hand, or feel your toes walking in the morning sand

And in that moment, it becomes so clear, the only place you want to be is here

And you realise, that's gonna mean some choices

Now you walk through the morning rain and the stream is not so clear again

The flower and sand in your memory faded, the risk ignored now seems understated

And you wish someone would tell you what to do, this big bad world is closing in on you

And you realise it's time to make some choices

Coming out or staying in, you find yourself in that place again

Will you play it safe, say nothing, or risk it all by yelling something