The choices are infinite.
Each shrouded in miles of mist.
Keep choosing the wrong ones and you'll surely wind up pissed.

The anger turns you blind.
Falling farther and farther behind.
The choices are not kind.
Creeping closer to losing your mind.

No matter the choice inputted.
It always comes back distorted.
The decisions you abort all together.
This proved to not be any better.

Narrowed down by trial and error.
Equations derail into pure terror.
The frustration dulls your deduction skills.
Lost in doubt at the bottom of the till.

The mirror reflects an unknown image.
A broken soul draped in vintage.
The time slipped right on by.
To life you had said, goodbye.

The decisions became your everything.
And now, you've realized, you have nothing.
It's too late to change anything.
And now, you feel as if you need to do something.

© GlassSpiral