Wicked Wednesday: Choices

Little choices fill my days, they start right off with time.
To hit the snooze or bolt awake, decisions are all mine.

Have eggs today or just a bar? Some coffee or some tea?
(The latter’s not a real choice, of course I’ll pick coffee)

Should I sit and eat at home, or take things on the run?
And what to watch if I stay home? Go serious? Or fun?

Do I want to walk to work, or should I ride my bike?
Or maybe I’ll just drive there, as it’s later than I’d like.

All through the day these mundane things I choose from one by one.
But other choices weigh on me, their weight is like a ton.

I don’t regret the choices that I’ve made so far, and yet
Sometimes I choose to not choose, and that I may regret.

This indecision weighs on me, and makes me want to cry.
I know that love will win out, and I want so hard to try.

I cannot help the way I feel, I’ll take it to the end,
I need the love and happiness, through joy I will ascend.

I become bolder by the day, decisions almost made.
I want to make the correct choice, and I won’t be afraid.

And while I ponder what to do, more choices loom at me.
Watch Fox tonight, or CNN, or MSNBC?

Should I stay up? Or go to bed? Or maybe read a book?
Or masturbate and fantasize? Or give some porn a look?

And so each day comes winding down, and chaos fills my head.
Until it really is too late and off I go to bed.

A good night’s sleep is what I need, a restless sleep I’ll get.
Tomorrow is another day; more choices too, I’ll bet.

 

 

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