Whether It was because I felt the need to justify my actions, moods etc, or was it a symptom of growth, I began to think more.
However, it back fired and I was unable to make decisions
The Sweet Shop of Life.
I want to be involved in what, everything, sometimes
I feel as I once did so small, in a candy shop rows and rows
of delicious sweets sherbets, candy, liquorice all tempting,
once savoured never to be forgotten,
now as was then I need to decide upon my favourite treat,
how cruel is this I feel it is killing me inside
what can I do, write, paint, talk lots of talk,
endless talk of idealistic views talk, leads to discussion,
debate, heated bickering, ill feelings in the air hang among us,
overdose on sickly sweets what is the answer, I do not know do you
who will decide, to have liquorice rather than sherbet
I analyse the results of such action, so much so I stand trembling
holding my coin not knowing which way to go
hoping, praying someone will they do not,
the shutters are pulled down, I have to leave, no candy
I cry out at my missed opportunity.
Tomorrow, I plan to return decision firm
I will purchase the first sweet I see
as I leave doubt creeps in, my resolve falters
trying to choose tomorrows purchase sherbet or liquorice.
Oh Questioning Mind.
New dawn, fresh beginning dreams once held
seem rather silly in the cold light.
Choices to make where to go
the right way just one I believe so.
Am I upon the right path,
God, says so.
I question wanting to know more
trust in the Lord I am told.
I pray that I can achieve all asked of me.
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