Options

The going gets tougher
The road is dark
Choices are few and mine to make

I want a hand to be with me
to reassure me that all will be fine
Search for it everywhere

The hands have long gone
leaving me for my own
To make me strong

I dunno what has happened
Strength has come and gone
Just like the fleeting glimpse of hope

It feels funny
That feelings have gone
Leaving me empty

Both within and outside
Yet options are mine to make
But the decisions have been taken
Without me....

Are the options still mine?