Choices

This is just some free writing I made into a poem, it's a little rough but I like it.

There's two doors.

One red.

One blue

One right.

One wrong.

And you have to choose.

Choose wrong.

You die.

Choose right.

You live.

Two choices.

One right.

So what do you pick?

The blue is dark.

Cool.

Foggy.

The red is bright.

Hot.

Smokey.

You want the blue.

But you can't loose.

If I told you it was wrong.

What would you choose?