Maybe I did or maybe I didn’t
I never made it clear, apparently I’m a fan of indecision.
On my eyes are blinders so I can’t see your face
Thoughts in my mind could fill binders but I keep them closed to save face.
Limitations, inadequacies and circumstance
Mulling it all over while sitting on the fence.
Eenie mine mo’ing, flipping coins and picking flower pedals.
Thoughts overflowing as I’m already sewing the ribbon for a runner-up medal.
I’m dressing as a question mark for Halloween.
Hard pressing like a seasoned loan shark then right back to thinking like I’m fifteen.
Graveyard of good intentions an extension of my contentions.
Avant garde getting a creative intervention.
Make up your mind, troubleshoot with blush
Put yourself out there then do your best to keep it on the hush.
I don’t know, I’m not sure, hmm ahh’s and maybe laters’
I didn’t show, I read the brochure and what I saw made me a traitor.
I’m making a revision, I think I found the cure
I’m overcommitting to indecision for the long run, but I’m really not sure.