The world is full of options
Like a drive-thru menu
You have to make them quick
Or else the opportunity
And yourself
Disappear

I remember waiting
Hours on end
Planning
Scheming
Developing
These options.

So much more painful to think about-
Then to choose.

Like a sunny day
When you are stuck inside
Or driving in the rain
When all you want to do is run and hide.

I wish I knew the easy way
To decide.
Instead of always having options,
lingering within my mind