Choises, choises ! ( Pick and mix. )

Everyday so many choises to make.
Will I cross the road whilst the red man is showing or will I wait for the green man?
Will I have ham on rye or pastrami with Saurkraut?
Will I offer help to the poor young girl who is lying in the midddle of the road or will I trust the five people who are already standing around her and just ride on?

Will I talk to the pretty girl who sits on her own or will I sit and fantasize about what could have been?
Will I take water or wine with my meal? Or a whisky?
Will I stop drinking altogeather in the expectation of living a longer life or am I happier to die a little younger?
Will I stop smoking and start jogging?

I've figured out that about 37% of my intuition was good.
So I'm still none the wiser. And neither is she.

So I crossed the road when the man turned to green. But of course one angry driver had to screech to a halt and give me the finger.
I had the pasrami. That was a good choise.

I left the girl in the hands of the five who were standing around her.
I tried to jog back from the pub tonight and fell flat on my face.
Choises and good intentions.