Gnawing ambivalence

the ability to decide could be powerful

Uncertainty is the birthplace of dread

I have walked those dreadful plains for years

Being unable a ascribe a course of action is damning

Nothing crumbles ones will like indecisiveness 

I have long abandoned such plains

However I still often carry its stench

A part of it still clings to my hide

Often it rears its ugly head and I am left irresolute

My heart is filled with discontent

My mind yearns for insight

My soul warns of repercussions 

I can't seem to identify specifics to anything

The duality of such existence is harmful

The fear of a bad decision is grounded with its outcome

We are told to live with the consequences and benefits of our actions

Each decision made comes in varying measures

My eyes are wide open yet blinded by this vacillation 

Nothing gives clear definitive terms these days

It was once simple to attain a standpoint

Now the dynamisms of life has convoluted perceptions

There is neither enough time nor fact to construe a disposition

Most quickly align with whichever view grants them comfort 

Yet ignoring a vast majority of vitals

Shall we all flock along with such ethos

I fear unrelenting chaos awaits that preposition

It appears we must harness patience

And carefully unfold each mystery 

Slowly steadily we may reveal the true nature of entities

 

Author's Note

how much do you experience indecision

Reviews

[Wednesday morning]

I can relate. Certainity is a hell of a trait to have, but maybe we shouldn't be so sure of anything after all..

[Quill]

yes, indeed