“How much easier would it be if everything were right or wrong?”
I ask this selfishly, hoping risk did not to life belong.
And try as I might, to fit everything into its place,
In reality such simplicity is simply not the case.
Most decisions are not merely a matter of wrong or right,
Slowly am I learning few things are black and white.
Tag: Indecision
Indecision is a plague, that slowly sickens the soul.
It robs us of our freedom, and blackens the heart like coal.
Its remedy I know not, for I play an unknown role.
But search for it I will, to make my brokenness whole.
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