But then who is?

And how many?

And what is it taking from you to choose?

Will you miss this serenity, and be felled by regrets,
set back to a point not yet concieved,
and Optimism to be less than this.

Hope has deliverance.

Will you rinse and repeat?

Can you be so futile?

Buoying Optimism,
Where are your choices?

Or, Why Do You Destroy Them When They Are Yours.