Too Soon To Decide Poem by Gavyn Leavitt

As I sit and procrastinate,
The world passes by.
I need to decide.
But why?
Why am I lucky?
Now of all times.
Why do I have choices,
To make me decide?
Now of all times.
Say I fall for a self trainer?
Then for a lingual enthusiast?
Then get caught by a princess?
All three are beautiful.
One, two, three, are available.
One, two, three, for a limited time.
We all dance.
We all laugh.
They all know me,
Or at least me being happy.
Happy because of them.
Curse my good will.
Curse my attempted charm.
Curse the science behind infatuation.
Curse my enjoying the situation,
Enjoying it beyond belief,
And curse this book.
This vile notebook that I write.
It draws me in, damns me.
Draws me in to confide in it, damns me,
To confide my secrets.
Secrets and wishes.
My desires and tears.
My laughs and smiles.
Curse this notebook.
And above all curse myself.