On the other hand...
Always seems to be another hand,
doesn’t there?
Or maybe not, as the case may be.
Inclinations teeter,
first one way then t’other.
Attempt to reach decision,
considering all the angles.
Conflicting thoughts intruding
return to where you started.
Not sure when it began,
this indecisive curse.
Of one thin g you are certain,
it might be getting worse!
Can’t even make your mind up
to write free or rhyming verse!

So finally in conclusion,
the fourth and final inning,
In uttermost confusion
I’ll go back to the beginning

(C) Michael Davidson, 200?