Here I sit between two pools and contemplate each one
One is shallow and the other is deep
The first simple, the second I’ll be undone
Riches from the first, the second won’t come cheap
To choose, to choose
I look to one and see my future the other I see my past
Am I in the cleft of the rock or in a hard place
One road is narrow the other is vast
Solitude and peace on one hand, the other a consuming rat race
To lose, to lose
With a hand in each the choice is hard to make
In the center the choice will come
In the Spirit no error will I betake
The choice was hard, I chose Undone.
To win, to win.