How to choose, what to decide
When all things together do collide
Go me here, or go me there?
Reach and grasp a straw from air?
When all thing converge down to one
And choosing seems cant be done
Must we make choice right now?
Or maybe let it rest somehow?
Whilst thus choice be over-bearing
And it seems that all are staring
When pressure builds too high
Sleep on it for just one night…
When day breaks anew at dawn
To make decision, at all, may be gone
For pressured too hard to make a call
Sometimes its best to do nothing at all.
Poetry by Tammera
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