Up or down?
Smile or frown?
Front or back?
Should I eat a snack?
Right or left?
Is this too big to heft?
Under or over?
Faster or slower?
Which way do I go?
Just go with the flow?
No matter; it will be wrong.
Was I this way in my youth?
This or that?
Blue or black.
Soft or hard?
Bought or *bard?
Drink or thirst?
Empty or burst?
Out with the old?
Not really sold
on something new.
Decision remorse makes me blue.
No matter, it will be wrong.
Was I this way in my youth?
This could not be the truth?
Make a decision, right or wrong.
In your knowledge, be strong?
Don’t analyze it seven ways to Sunday.
You did it. The truth will come out on Monday.
Hind sight is 20/20.
Errors in life are ah-plenty.
Right or wrong. It’s always the same song.
No matter, it will be wrong.
Was I this way in my youth?
*Bard is country for borrowed.
Poetry & More 
I love all the indecision- and for me it was worse in my youth- because there was the extra added ingredient of- what will everyone else think?
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I’ve did the reverse. I feel like didn’t give a poop until I became an adult. With the admission that my childhood is like The Abyss. Then you get that first job, it’s all; look the part. Act the part. Do this. Don’t do that. Everything you’ve been taught doesn’t work in the real world. 90% of what you think you know is wrong.
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Did? Done? 🤔
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