Tastes change,
I have to say,
tastes change,
and now mine seem to change every day,
yes, tastes change,
and I seem to become more fickle every day,
yes, tastes change,
and there are more choices thrown before me,
in life than I can handle,
and I am like a juggler juggling all the time,
and I seem to prevaricate every day,
much more than I used to do,
and I wish my prevarication,
would go away,
but I am bombarded by choices,
by choices and voices,
how about trying this,
how about trying that I hear them say,
the many people,
who throw so many choices in life my way,
but I have enough of my own choices to make,
and there are so many choices these days,
that I could be here all day,
I could be here all day,
and not have made any choices at all,
and oh, how I wish,
there were less choices to make,
in life and I wish my prevarication would go away.
