Two ways

Two ways
We end up with always
A barbed wire
Or some roses.
A wily smirk
Or a little grin.
A little cautious foot
Or a plonk down the track
An open confession
Or a concealed truth
A little weak dab
Or a strong knock
when in doubt between the two
Chose the one that opens gates.
Yes. A flood ain't wise
But a drought cowardice.
We die both ways
Why not then the bolder one anyways
The rain is what we wish for not
As the fear of flood makes us bear the drought.
The fear of flood makes us bear the drought.