Upon a steep hill,
Rest a weary soul,
Sitting quietly yet observing,
He watches the surroundings,
Gazing yet remember costs he paid,
Slowly his mind falters and moves,
Faster heartbeat as he tips,
Down hill he goes remember times,
Good and bad but what kept him sane,
Slowly being lost forever,
Believing he could withstand the fall,
He makes an attempt to live.

What would you do in a position of this? One might say wait, another say try to live. The reason why you can't choose till the end because its life. So make a choice and remember what path you've gone.A Decision..A Thought..A Decision..A Thought..Choose