Right and Wrong

One day I stood between Right and Wrong.
I struggled to choose,but not for long.
I jumped in with Wrong n dat caused me no pain.
Until Right looked on with utter disdain.
Wrong was fun, he took me on a ride.
But Right kept poking at my pride.

Once Wrong was outta sight,
I was left alone with my friend Right.
Nervously I approached him,
Knowing that my chances were slim.
Wordlessly,he shut the door on my face,
And I stood there in a blurry daze.

Wrong stepped back and led me awaym
Into a life that soon began to sway.
Now  everyday as I step out with Wrong,
I think of Right who has been gone so long,
Will I ever get back with Right,
And turn my blackened soul back into white?