Choosing
is like losing
it’s often confusing
sometimes I find it
even abusing

One or two
A or B
or maybe even
I’ll pick C

I’m free to choose
but I don’t know when
so maybe I’ll stop
and begin again

Choosing is so hard
it’s like a pound of lard
I can never decide which one
when I have to pick a card

When I picked it
I am in a thicket
hiding myself
and singing like a cricket

No matter which one I finally choose
I’m always fearful that I might lose
that’s the most bruising part of choosing
even if I follow my inner voice
I’ll never know if I’ve made the right choice

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