Choices

Now picture this

And what's on my table

It's not the game Candy Land

It's not Aesop's Fables

That's what you would expect

From a man with nine grand kids

But you’ve got to realize

My life's on the skids

Middle-age crisis

Don't know where I fit in

A habitual loser

Desperate to win

Bible on the left

Tarot and Love Ruins

Cigarettes and beer

Needles and spoons

Paper and pen

Job and reefer

Should we go on

Should we dig deeper

Voodoo and sorcery

Wicca and power spells

Everything imaginable

Straight from the bowels of hell

These are my choices

99% evil

How do I go on

With all this upheaval

Just want to have life

Just want to spread Joy

I desire to be more

Than the Antichrist toy

How can I get there

Against such great odds

Not driven by Christ

But by demonic gods

Satan the devourer

Wishes to sift me like wheat

If I make no choice

Then I'm already beat

Dangerously dangling

At the end of my rope

Aimlessly wandering

Like one with no hope

God reached down

Pulled me out of the fire

Did he change my choice

Or change my desire