Cycle of Indecision

When people ask: 

“What do you prefer?” 

I do not know what to tell them. 

I love the warm days, 

So that I can walk out of my cocoon 

And feel the cool breeze 

Wrap its arms around me. 

I also don’t mind the cold days

So that I can cuddle, 

Create my own heat 

When the cold wants to 

Play Hide-and-seek, 

Tickle me nose, 

And tell the wind

To blow me a kiss. 

I like happy slow songs 

And fast sad songs 

Sometimes I keep a secret loudly 

And make demands 

Softly. 

I tell people I’m doing great 

When all I want is someone to listen. 

But no one has the time 

As if they are 

A fast-food

Drive-thru 

In a hurry to be disappointed. 

When people tell me, 

“Choose one”

I freeze up 

Because the brain wants 

To tell me 

About all the choices 

I wish I had. 

I don’t love one choice enough 

To refuse the other, 

And I don’t hate one

To declare a winner. 

I say I’ll roll with the team. 

Then I’m somersaulting away 

In frustration 

Because clearly my 

Expectations 

Were A-round 

The level for walking over. 

My head is spinning, 

My heart is jumping. 

Internally, I’m exercising 

But my muscles weaken. 

I’m asked if I need a breather - 

The cycle begins again: 

An endless indecision. 

I say - “I’m doing well” 

And move on does everyone else 

Believing what a great life 

I must be living!