When making decisions
I'd rather envision
A future, a world
That I want to live in
Every single choice
A thing of derision
With so much thinking
And so much revision
The need to feel needed
Is what drives my indecision
The constant voice that had weeded
My thoughts with precision
The line between rational
And illogical is thin
So easy to cross
Much to my chagrin
Thoughts that slip out
From between clenched teeth
Are the ones that for sure
The world is better without
So in the long run
Many battles would be won
If what exited my lips were silence
And my thoughts- none.
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