Choices?

Somedays I awake feeling anxious, 
to stand up and face, 
the madness in the mundane. 

Frozen, yet wide awake, 
thoughts racing through my head, 
I'll keep my eyes shut, 
behind the pillowcase. 

Though I do not fear you anymore, 
you remind me from time to time, 
that the meaning of life is nothing less, 
than experiencing the unlimited possibilities of chance. 

So it seems I choose to lay still, 
experiencing everything within nothing, 
for I know, once I move, I'll be stuck, 
in a day of choices not my own.