the choice between heaven and hell is before us all every day
before us before our chance at choice has quickly ebbed away
and there it is again and there again its gone
while women men and infrastructure nobly moil on
all passively chosen over and over again as we toil along our way
reactively posing or tactfully frozen or aboil in seething rage
struck out from the blue and consumed
through and through by our moods so
we let them influence our views
our posture and all that we say, to ultimately pervade the day