I don't get it
I don't see any way to comment
On your blog
If I could, I'd say
Two margaritas down and two more to go
And my life would be complete
A total mind blank
No thoughts
No worries
No decisions to make
Except
Do I stagger into the bathroom to cry?
Or to vomit.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Choices
Sometimes
The world around me makes no sense
Sometimes
I have to decipher all the voices, opinions, options and throw out what doesn't fit, keep what does
Sometimes
I make choices wishing I didn't have to
Sometimes
I wish I could just stay in bed and let the choices be left unchoosen
But I find
The world around me makes perfect sense,
Maybe not in my way, but in its own way
And choices I make returns me to myself
My power is MINE
And staying in bed IS sometimes the best choice
But I have to acknowledge
Not making choices really doesn't really mean
I'm not choosing
The world around me makes no sense
Sometimes
I have to decipher all the voices, opinions, options and throw out what doesn't fit, keep what does
Sometimes
I make choices wishing I didn't have to
Sometimes
I wish I could just stay in bed and let the choices be left unchoosen
But I find
The world around me makes perfect sense,
Maybe not in my way, but in its own way
And choices I make returns me to myself
My power is MINE
And staying in bed IS sometimes the best choice
But I have to acknowledge
Not making choices really doesn't really mean
I'm not choosing
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