Your Choice

In life you can choose to
open mics or a can of whoop-ass.
Stand behind bars
or use them to free minds.

I’m not saying you have to be a poet
pouring words out of your heart like liquor,
but water for instance does more than
just quench your thirst and nourish dirt.
It adapts to hardships like The Titanic.

You can do the same.

But tonight you will go to sleep like
always hoping you wake up to a miracle
because *you think* you deserve it.

I’m betting all that awaits you
is a reality check – be the miracle.