Some old man up there put me here. That’s what I’ve heard.
Among those who are like me, should that make much sense?
Who decides where I’m going and who I should be?
That would only be me. I should think you’d agree.
I decide what I’m doing at my own expense.
I seek out what is choicest from what is preferred.

People die of starvation. Did they make it so?
This is such a hard question. The answer is yes.
One’s decisions are shaped by one’s life circumstance.
And in tough situations, we’re given the chance
To emerge all the stronger. Life is a process
That involves interaction so that I may grow.

People also can die from consuming too much.
Our most personal choices are long to play out.
I can make the decision that I’ll do my best
To be more conscious of them and seldom be stressed.
My decisions control my life without a doubt.
I must therefore refine them to soften my touch.