When we choose

When it’s all said and done
Who suffers the excesses
Man leaves behind from trials?
What we live from,
We must have suffered for
The errors can only do little
To rewriting our stars
We must learn to lift
What our hands can
If we must dance,
then we should
If we are to run,
then we must
By every means possible,
Life has to move on.

Victor Oyedele