I have always been bad
at making decisions
from the small ones t
hat will fade after a breath
peach or plum or neither
while I watch the sunrise
to the ones that will follow me
if only in my heart
do I kiss her do I run
doest it matter so I stand still
until either the wind chooses for me
and I am left to make due
with what I am given
or the oppotunity slips from my fingers
and I am left to make due
with what I had before
I know I cannot live spineless forever
but changing takes deciding to do so
and so I am standing still