My youth indecisiveness scares me
It’s a safe journey to the grave
One with a sole focus of making all the right decisions
But it’s not a matter of not knowing
It’s a habit of not choosing
Ironical
Because the answer, not the answers, is right in my face
Within my reach

I

Have

Full

Control

I’m learning
To yield from pondering upon rightful choices
And rather act sharp about one confident choice
Opportunities will continue with time
But before I know it
My wave will close out