'Ten choices' they said,
One to choose.
Ten vials they laid,
All numbered through.
'One love, one pain,
Then luck, hope and faith.
One knowledge, one power,
Then lies, greed and hate.'
A choice must be made,
They gave no clue.
The one you choose
Will hold what waits for you.
And when I couldn't think
I took a drink of number nine.
Poison it was-
It poisoned my mind.
