A dilemma lies before me
On a rusty dirty blade,
A long process to derive
Which decision’s to be made,
Neither cardinal direction
Can ordain a supposition,
Another way is taken
To arrive at a decision.
Time is ticking,
And the deadline’s drawing near
Yet no decision has decided
Nor determined to be clear
At the crossroads I am frozen,
No direction known to take
No exceptions, No excuses,
A decision I must make.
This decision will determine
How my actions will be judged
Every motion causes notions,
An opinion can be nudged.
Do I care for those opinions
Which appear from observation
Of the actions I have taken
In the heart of desperation?


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