The decisions you make
are your own
Ripping through lives
like an awaking fault line
A downpour over blissed out bathers
A vicious fling of salt on a slug
 
The decisions you make
are your own
to cause a mere ripple
a nose to turn upwards
a fading echo in the
traffic of the day
 
The decisions you make
are your own
Becoming ghosts
that taunt from reflections
Or found in secret smiles
confirming that you did the right thing.
Some too complicated
to feel.
 
The decisions
you make are your own.