No Choice.

My life doesn't feel same anymore,
When the doctor said he already gone,
That means I would never be able to see him again,
I just try to hold my tears every night.

All of a sudden,
Suddenly, life seemed to take a turn for the worse,
There is no choice,
It force me to keep going on.

Life is a canvas, once filled with dreams,
A path of choices, or so it seems.
I stood at the crossroads, both bright and wide,
Yet now I drift, with nowhere to hide.

Once I could choose, take the lead,
But now I just move, as life proceeds.
A heart once brimming with endless plans,
Now holds on, despite the shifting sands.

Choices slipped away like the fading light,
Now I exist in the quiet night.
Not by decision, but by fate’s cold hand,
I live, though not as I once had planned.

For life, it whispers a harsh refrain,
“Sometimes, the choice is to remain.”
So here I am, neither lost nor found,
Just breathing, walking, with no sound.