Decision Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

How do I come to a decision?
I sit quietly in a room - alone -
think deeply about the pros and cons,
and arrive at some point, some direction.
I call it a decision.
Everyone else calls it so.
But I realize -
everything is decided in movement,
nothing in a state of rest.
Every decision is in a state of flux,
the more I decide, the more I have to decide.
I'm left with no other option.....

Yet I sit quietly,
preferably alone -
to decide!