Choices

Echoes of choices,
Some made, some not,
Echoing through the night,
Like ghostly voices lurking around.

The day past contains so many,
Some withhold, some succumb,
To
Lust
Gluttony
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Envy
Pride

The dawn breaks to create anew,
the very same choices,
Maybe not for him,
But for someone new.

Echoing through the walls,
where a multitude pass through,
bogged down by those choices,

Some choose to ignore,
but a choice is made,
Purge or be engulfed,
Betray or be true.

Cloaked in shades,
to each a different one,
Prompting choices at every stage.

They come and echo,
They don't let go,

Choices,
those you have to make.
They don't question,
Or guide or prod in any direction,
Right or wrong,
Choices,
those you have to make,
since only that is yours to make.