[I enter again the old debate]

I enter again the old debate
Do i choose to medicate
My sensibilities
As all sense is drained from me
With some chemical malfunction?
Or at least that's my assumption
As what else can it be
Than a choice been made by me?
To drift into the ether
Soaring out to meet her
The other side of me
Some would argue though and some convince
The we choose our own course and therefore consequence.
So did i choose this?
And what about the others
Who took their lives before us?
Perhaps it's somewhere in the middle
Before the consequence
There is consideration
And if your  choice looks like the wrong one
You have the coice to stop
But then i'm usually wrong
And in this case i'm sure it cant be long
Before I'll have my own choices to make
My life to take or medicate