Over and over
I tell you over and over
that I really don't know what to choose,
I try to decide
but then back down in pride
and feel I have too much to loose,
Choices are demons
they're a foe I contain
and sadly one that takes over the brain,
To be just okay
is almost a sin
at least when choosing is about to begin,
I've had big things to choose
but thanlfully so
I've had friends quite close by
to guide me in slow,
Alone I would fail
I would epically fall
for they alter your life quite a lot afterall,
So what do I choose now?
left or right?
Food or water?
Day or night?
My conundrum will stay
perfectly placed
untill I decide what to do with my day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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