Why So Fickle?
If you’re feeling fickle,
Don’t stress out.
There’s a million flavors of ice cream
And you can
Stick each one in your mouth.
But a spoonful of a thousand flavors
Will fill you right up
And you won’t ever get your perfect cup.
So if you think you’re in a pickle,
And you can’t decide,
Let your gut grumble,
And listen to your insides.
There’s nothing wrong with a bad decision,
So long as it doesn’t become a permanent condition.
If you don’t like pistachio,
Don’t keep ordering it.
It’s not gonna be better next time around.
That’s just not the way it goes.
There’s other tastes that will tickle your tongue
You just gotta either hang on
Or
Let go.
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