Indecision

I wonder what I ought to do today?

So many options I don't understand.

If I were competent in any way,

Perhaps I'd see the choices now at hand

As something other than a blurry mess

All intermingled, hard to tell apart;

But as it happens now, I must confess,

I can't pick out the details. I might start

By listing out the possibilities

I know already; but there aren't enough

To make a difference. It's like some disease

Infected me; why else is it so tough

To make decisions? But that's nothing new;

I never know what I'm supposed to do.