25.11.09

Decisions, Decisions...

text from mom
shrimp skewers
and stuffed venison
steaks

two hours of driving
is it worth it?
what will I miss?

what if some great
occurence occurs
and Im not there

or worse what if
Im there
but the occurence
in fact
does not occur

How did I get
so indecisive
and afraid
of interaction

afraid to do
anything, afraid
of choices, more
specifically, the
unchosen choice

Im sure Ill just
sit at home
waiting...
just waiting...

3 comments:

  1. I can't be sure, but I'll bet it's those unchosen ones that come back to bite us in the ass. I hope you're in your car driving toward those shrimp skewers as I'm writing this.
    xoxo

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  2. I love ur poetry.... its beautiful....
    Im new to bloggin n jus started a lil poetry myself...
    if u get da time give it a look n let me kno wat u think...
    http://dysfunktionalmusings.blogspot.com/

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  3. Good poem, maybe tie a cord around your ankle, and tie the other end to a friend and let let them do the thinking for a few weeks.

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