In the distance there is a decision

Months will pass before it is decided

But there can be no change or revision

Within my mind, I am undecided

On the horizon there is a question

One that I cannot easily answer

All that I hear is of my transgression

Am I a lost mistake, or a cancer?

Nothing else occupies my cluttered mind

These questions are of dire importance

But will answers be easy to find

Or impossible, my stress they enhance

A decision looms on the horizon

Faith is what I set my weary eyes on