I don't always know what to choose.

The possibilities are like a vast vending machine where you'd force yourself to throw some pennies and point an expected destiny. 

I visited each time and stand by every chance, just to know my time will pass in a glance.

But this early morning, the machine got stuck;

somebody has thrown a diamond away into the cord plug.

I thought I'd treat myself one vanilla ice cream in a cup;

but that summer day I pushed a diamond out.

A tiny, beaming raw diamond trapped between uncertainty and rejection,

having lost along the way post-disconnection.

Maybe it was my greatest luck, 

that this somebody thought the diamond was a rock.

I don't always know what to choose,

but when I do, 

it will be you.

Only you.