Split

A man has two choices and each choice could lead to something terrible happening and each choice has the same chance of becoming a regret.

One man split down the middle  To them both; His life a riddle  It was no game  No fame to gain  Yet his say was so little  His head was light  No wrong or right  One thing to choose  Two ways to loose  T'was a man with little might  Can't choose both sides  Both filled with lies  Will he regret  What he can't bet  If he cant say goodbyes  Both sides are strong  Hard to hold on  To his morals so dear  His biggest fear  Is being split down the middle