Options

Ther are so many choices
that I’m paralyzed with fear.
Go left, move right, stay put
the devil whispers in my ear.
Make a bad decision,
an ironic twist of fate.
Like a thoroughbred I’m anxious
my hooves pushing at the gate.

If I go left I’ll wonder
what moving right would have been like.
If I stay put I’ll shrivel,
like a petal that’s gone dry.
So many roads are open,
so many chances left to take.
I’d better get a move on,
before it’s simply just too late.

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About afabulous

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