His Mouth Was Sewn with Thin, Red Silk

You have no choice but to choose,
And as to what to choose, you

Have no choice, and so you choose
And choose, based on what you think,

Which you did not choose to think,
When you thought of what comes next.

You can’t not. Next, and more next—
What on earth is sure to come

Next, if you choose the wrong path
As it seems to you you do,

You with no choice not to, you
With no clue what you could choose.