Time Running
The choices are plentiful,
Or is it more lack thereof.
Trapped by the indecision
From a multitude of chance;
This path, that road or ... somewhere.
Decisions are bound by fear,
Like the chaos of panic;
“What to be’s” know no answer,
And resolution dwindles;
Dwindles down into darkness.
Is there a place to turn to?
Unknowns cast a cloud of doubt
Over skies once built in hope,
So now as the clock ticks on;
Await the clarion call;
It is time, Scott, it is time;
Choose ... choose right ... or suffer on.
These are my daily trials.
Copyright SGW 2007
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