(I) - I don't always know what to choose, but when I do, it will be you.
I don't always know what to choose.
The possibilities are like a vast vending machine where you'd force yourself to throw some pennies and point an expected destiny.
I visited each time and stand by every chance, just to know my time will pass in a glance.
But this early morning, the machine got stuck;
somebody has thrown a diamond away into the cord plug.
I thought I'd treat myself one vanilla ice cream in a cup;
but that summer day I pushed a diamond out.
A tiny, beaming raw diamond trapped between uncertainty and rejection,
having lost along the way post-disconnection.
Maybe it was my greatest luck,
that this somebody thought the diamond was a rock.
I don't always know what to choose,
but when I do,
it will be you.