The Selection

I know I've never been perfect.
didn't even care indeed to be perfect,
My feelings were actually skewed to process you.

That sharp transition now you got to discriminate,
Instead of being discriminated It actually a shade of purity,
sharpest, brightest, highly conscientious shade of purity.

Love may not be its name,
rather than giving anything even slightly disadvanced,
It better have to remain unnamed.

Life is unbelievably straight,
with room enough, along its width, to make a curve.
proceeding straight through it, would be an option for intelligence.

Emotion and intelligence both always gonna remain there for being picked,
Neither one is good nor bad,
still both could either elevate you to the light or dip into the darkness.

Fortunately both still around,

Making a choice then is up to you.

Choose accordingly then accept,
Life's still yours, None could take it from you.