There he is! at the crux…
Taking pride at his freedom of choice
Poor fella, he does not discern his courses are pent
He knows not of ones beyond his purview
There he is! on the fence…
Contemplating his pick
Left to mull over, which door to open after the next
There he is! between the devil and the deep blue sea..
Hoping to get to the Zion
He presumes his doom is the blend of his path
He sees not it’s a pit, a rabbit hole, offering no way back.
There he is! over the moon…
Revering his leeway, glad to take the onus
The choice is his!