The Motion of Indecision: I Squirm

The Motion of Indecision: I Squirm

it is like a crushing
decide! choose!
pressing down and hard inside my lungs
in heavy, throbbing tremors

decide - soon I’ll have to
decide what follows the tassle-hat
the tassle-I-hate because
partings sorrows are not sweet
they’re scary and these endings push me
fast toward unmarked doors
and open futures, pounding me with possibilities
shifting as I squirm

and when I get to where I’m going
(which is... tell me where again?)
my question is, will I remain
content to stay?

it is like a crushing
decide! choose!
and life is gonna knock soon
wait a minute, let me dress
what do you want?