Euphemisms for How We Messed Up the World

Thinking of the future is like drinking
hot water
from
red velum
paper cups
too thin to hold much of anything.

Swallowed a toad
can't get much worse from here.

The road may fork but neither direction is on the path
traveled or not.

We have to make a decision
it will never be right
always be wrong,
but be truthful, be real, be in the past.

That is what choice is.
Is this what choice is?