Given The Choice Poem by Jason Lowes

The beginning is just; the beginning is right,
the constant wailing and constant fight.
To discuss the discourse of freedom’s first light
will take us forever into the damning night.

Success is what must be measured at once,
weight and health is of sudden importance.
Rivalry instantly ignited through instance,
a battle of babes of great significance.
Throughout the primary walks of life,
when babe has now grown into child,
when child is absorbing the essential guide
there is nowhere for this child to hide.
Blackened souls will seek to compete,
though we are all blackened souls underneath.
We all seek gratitude and plaudits from those with whom we speak.
Adolescence, I’m sure, will destroy the likes of me.
Toiling away for the great machine.
Like cogs destined to be the engine,
toiling away for humanity.
Which cog is shinier than the crooked colleague?
Retirement seems to be a venture from the fog,
where you’re made to live on scraps like dogs,
freeze at home and choke on smog.
a peek into our epilogue.

Let’s call upon our great creator
and ask ourselves, 'which one is greater? '
Space is supposedly a mask for our maker
but our lives are somehow difficult to savour.