Decisions can be tricky and hard,
but I have found an easy way.
It works for me it's like my personal guard.
I just let my friends have their say.
I don't mean the small things.
That would be silly.
I mean the huge who knows what they could bring.
So I ask my friends is this so strange really.
I could I guess listen to my heart.
I could I suppose listen to my head.
But not quite sure I can trust feelings for the most part,
and mother nature never supplied me a sounding lead.
So my friends they live my life.
I travel along contented.
My mind is free from worry and strife.
All my solutions so nicely tied and presented.
It is great, isn't it?
Isn't it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Take your life in your own hands and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame. (Erica Jong)