Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Choice

Decisions don't come easily to me;
Opinions do, but whether I should act
On my own say-so is, depressingly,
A harder question than I'd wish. The tact
And care for others' feelings I was taught
When I was young have carried on so far
That choosing for myself is always fraught
With questions, which inevitably are
Unanswered, or unanswerable alone.
I'd ask for help, but that would obviate
The question being asked: if, on my own,
I ought to, or am capable to, state
Which way I will proceed, or what to do;
And so the choice is always up to you.

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