Brain Strain

This is a poem about indecision.

BRAIN STRAIN

Decisions, decisions, I must make!
So much confusion makes my head ache.
Where should I go? What should I do?
Sometimes I feel like I haven’t a clue.

I think I’ll do one thing, and then think another.
I miss being able to talk to my mother.
She always was there to hear me out,
Anytime I had a doubt.

Now, I’m alone and getting muddled.
How do I keep from becoming befuddled?
Weighing choices is a pain
That puts a strain upon my brain.