If one were to strike while
    the iron was hot, then

Indecision would not leave a
space vacant for confusion

But as we have been taught
     to look before we leap

Yet never look a gift horse
           in the mouth

  We invariably fall victims
       of choice spoilage

   Which brings me to the
   solution of this dilemma

      When the road forks
     and there’s no pointer

  Choose one, pair it to the
one from whence you came

   Then ask yourself, do I
    really want to go back?