I make decisions every day,
Then change my mind entirely.
After all, what is life
Without some flexibility?
Good ideas come and go
To be replaced as I prefer.
Some bad ideas are rethought
As those little gray cells stir.
The end result is sometimes
Action I later regret.
Still, by nightfall, bad decisions
Are normally easy to forget.
If food greets me at mealtime
And all limbs are still intact,
Iím convinced few decisions made
Are those I would wish to retract.
Sometimes, I greet the morning and cannot decide.
I grab the brass ring, anyway, hoping Iíll enjoy the ride.
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