These raging tempest thoughts
art foul in mood and heft;
what blackened brew
to dull the mind would in
some glass bottle be found?

This maddening indecision splits
mind in two like rotten peach;
a prayer for vision clear
to light a final path
beseech’d at candles end.

To abdicate from this throne
of hateful responsibility;
to be but a serf
in freeing paucity
with no care for ought else.

What wicked fork in life’s path
is to this man so presented;
be it left or right such
choice is offered and
may not be ignored.


4 Responses to Decision

  1. Chatty Owl says:

    Choose wisely.

  2. 1jaded1 says:

    What to do? What to do?…:-)

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