Indecision - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
by Cynthia B. Baello
Annoying thing, this indecision-
Wry deceit, unjust vexation.
Waste of time and of attention,
Diverts one's thoughts,
Creates a maze with one's own mind,
Directions, goals are hard to find.
Weigh the options,
And then rewind,
'When we aim at nothing, we hit it
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