Listless, not knowing what I want to do today, in a
mood of indecision, wanting everything yet not wanting
it also.
A void that needs to be filled, yearning for fulfill-
ment, not able to decide what to fill it with.
All the while still writing poetry, a never-ending
waterfall that continues to flow no matter how empty,
lonely or abandoned I feel.
Emotions always ready to step into a poem and be
recognized honestly.
A regime of continuing searching, curious as to why
this indecision happens occasionally and what it's
reason is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem expressing an indecisive mind. Yes our mind desires to do so many things all at a time, thus mostly it remains indecisive only. thanks for sharing this poem