Ground to a halt far from where I wish I could be,
ground to a halt and stuck upon choices upon choices,
and deliberating because I cannot decide,
I cannot decide what or who to be,
and I have so many choices in modern society,
that I am spoiled rotten,
and with this many choices it is debilitating me,
and I wish it was easier because I am sure it used to be,
yes, but I need clarity,
so is there anyone else who could help me,
but then who would I choose,
for I have the choicest of blues,
and If I was not so blue and tired of choices too,
I could choose so easily,
because choosing to be complicated and overcomplicated,
seems to come so easily in modern society,
and we have fashion, and passion, and art and attraction,
and the news and the magazines that fill us with ideas,
and things to do,
and we have nature and travel,
and people to meet, and ideas to create
and places to be, but I prevaricate,
I prevaricate into my tea,
and my mind is bombarded and saturated,
and discombobulated,
and I am tied up in knots with my decisions,
and then finally I decide to choose,
I choose to roll a dice, and what will be will be.
