Life is a series of many choices
Choices made both good and bad
Outcomes heard in peoples voices
Exuberant good to down right bad

So, how are these choices to be made
Should one ponder, determine one’s own fate
Or is it better by other’s opinions to be swayed
Which, we ask, does the better life create

My mind demands that choices be mine alone
But I am mature, with much education to assay
Luxuries that to few men fate has thrown
Will I have the better life then, or will they