I bet there were times when
A profusion of choices, was
Swimming among your thoughts
As shells invading the sands of a sea.
It overwhelmed your world,
Narcotizing the senses with an apparent rush
Spraying a flavor of importance,
Playing it on a particular stake involved.
The torment of pondering options
Reveals certainly the hell of the mind,
Its back and forth shaky walking,
Its fractured points.
If we would see that in reality
There never is stake,
Merely a thought of one,
Would we be unceasingly grounded
In the balmy Peace?
Existence is awareness
Undisturbed by choice.
Topic(s) of this poem: choice, life, philosophical
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