Choices

Choices, choices...
too many choices.
My life would be lost but for them,
meticulously dictating my every move,
extending forth control
on my defenseless motives.
Drowning in freedom of choice,
gasping for freedom from choice...
choices, choices, choices...

why?

Why must I choose?
Looking back, across
the twisting landscape
that in which doth dwell
my mutilated directives,
I see that deep in the rot,
lies the answer...

...it's the only choice I have.