Choice

We ate from the same plates and were fed the same milk.
We fell from the same stairs and cried the same cry.
We know the same jokes and laugh the same laughter.
But we're the opposite.


I chose left, you chose right.
I chose heat, you chose cold.
I chose noise, you chose silence.


The only thing we still have in common

we didn't choose: it runs in our veins 

and there is no way to change it.

If I could, I would.