Powerless Choice

I don’t have the power,
I’m having the choice,
To let grow a flower,
Or to shut a voice.

Stuck between the paths,
Will I take the chance,
My mind is at war,
… is my only thorn.

Do I have the power,
To let grow a flower.
Do I have a choice,
To shut down a voice.

Playing this great maze,
With every choice made,
In the quiet stillness,
the word is forgiveness,
I wrestle with doubt –
…consciousness about.

Do I have a choice,
To shut down a voice?
…that it is my thorn –
Since I’ve been borne…

Do I have the flower,
To let go of power?!