Dear Indecision,
A swelling excitement accompanied by the fear of what if?
An urge to move forward followed by the cemented hold on
A decision made and then a decision unmade
The fresh air of relief pressured by the voice of no return.
Stuck in the mud hole of Will I? Wont I?
Forced to sit in unbelief and stillness
Until a time where my feet again make friends with the wind
and we two, we too, are able to flow smoothly along life’s intricate unknown paths.
You think you are so tricky but I have you figured out,
Alex
