Choices

I forget, sometimes
it's my choice; no one else's
to click, or not to click on pointless links
to dwell, or not to dwell in bitterness
to think well of others when I have no proof
 
it's my choice; no one else's
to lie, or to tell the uncomfortable truth
to glad-hand, or to take the time to know someone
to choose integrity when it doesn't seem to pay
 
it's my choice; no one else's

to                                                                                            
by saying "it's all good"
or to take a stand
for a belief that we can do so much more
than just put up with each other for the next forty years;
we can live forever in perfect peace and unity
 
it's my choice to say it
it's your choice
to agree, or not
 
but considering what you're being offered,
wouldn't you like me to at least speak up about your options?