Choices

 A room opens up to me, as I stare at the fire in it

I jump out, it’s not right, choosing is like getting hit

I cannot stay in the doorway, or else I’d get pushed in one

The feeling so hard, my mind makes me want to run

Another door gets pushed outwards, I expect to stare in alarm

Though, I must say it could not have me succumbed to its charms

Filled with ice, as solid as can be

It is the only one that I can survive in, I must remorsefully think and agree

Jumping in, sadness dwells in me

Why must I do this, I think, wanting to be free