ALWAYS A CHOICE?

Like a cup overflowing

my thoughts cascade 

down the walls of my mind.

Like an explosion of dissonance,

they create pandemonium 

in every bit of me.

I sit here in this loud silence,

still as water,

but in reality 

swimming for my life. 

Is everything a choice? 

Can I just choose to survive? 

As the imperfect being I am,

can I always choose what is right,

as I have a 1000 different voices 

leading me down many paths. 

Can i silence and still the thoughts

in the coffin of my mind,

and decide to choose my own path 

unyielding to any other objection…?