Choices

There she stood, lantern in the storm.
Candle in the soul-stirring hurricane.
The path shone ahead and wondered aloud.
Is she up for it or is she turning around?

Desires begin to stir their way through.
Emotions hurried and emotions flew.
Time's up Merv, what's it gonna be?
A pretty ScrewDriver or a dirty Martini?

The fork in the path had screwed so many.
But its days were marked and not too merry.
It must survive the torture of time.
Looking like strawberries, tasting like lime.

Bitter it was, soft as roses.
Beguiling with its lousy poses.
Come walk with me, let's not pray.
That you realize that I'm leading you astray.

She walked to the left, resented the right.
She ignored its charm, it craved her plight.
She was safe and happy and merry.
Never again meant to be sorry.