Indecisiveness

They come from the furthest corners of the world to hear my wise thoughts. My intellect explores the depths of human nature, I am expected to make their call. I try to reason, but doubt clouds my judgement.

They wait as I ponder.

They wait some more as I muse.

I am their hero, I should hold all the answers within.

And I do, so how can I decide when good and evil are not opposites, but shades in the same colour palette?

For centuries, I think. I consider. I reflect.

I forget to move and static, I become stone.