I am a poet, I pick no sides
My choices vary, just like the tides;
I say yes, but later question the yes
I set the pace, but wonder if I made a mess;
My mind whispers no, so I say no
But my soul demands to know more;
The society questions for answers
But the poet questions the answers.

I am a poet, I never make decisions at bay
I have to think and think, throughout the day;
I must consider all the options at my disposal
Dispose one after another till the most noble;
The poet never makes a wrong decision
It is either a weak or a strong solution;
Thus it’s tough for the poet to play roulette.
I am a poet, are you a poet?

September 1, 2015