Choice of many sorts

Our age is just so short...
Did you ever have that thought?
Did you ever think of life -
And the death in which you'll dive?
We may tell you of your choice -
Listen not if it is noise,
Listen for to change your life
And the death in which to dive.
May we hope that you will hear
Of the cross you'll have to bear?
May we trust that you will listen
Even though your eyes not glisten?
Even though the path is hard
And may tear you apart?
We will tell in but few words
Of that Choice Of Many Sorts.
You may hear us or not,
Having fled - or having fought.
Choice is simple as it is:
You may help - or you may tease,
You may fight - or you may run,
Being moon - or being sun.
You'll be wise - or you'll be dumb,
Being river, being pump,
Being friend - or being foe,
You'll be head - or you'll be toe.
May be safe - or be in danger,
Be encaged - or live as stranger,
Live as man - or live as herd,
Wait for freedom - or shepherd.
Live for good - or live for bad,
Feel as happy - or as sad,
Feel as same - or feel as other,
Live with enemy - or brother.
You'll be once - or be forever,
Dead at once - or never-ever,
You'll be life - or you'll be death,
Nothing more, yet nothing less...
Choice is told for those who’re bold,
Being whispered, never sold,
With a touch and not a hit
Light of yours we tried to lit.
You may hear - or may not,
Change your path - or just abort,
But of this you have been taught,
For your life is just so short...