Decisions are like skimming rocks upon a glistening lake,
Some glide while others plummet and then sink,
I make my plans and polish the stones to see if I can make,
My choices win and not end up in the drink.
I’m asking lots of questions but the answer does not come,
Solutions wave and mock me from afar,
I feel my strength unraveling; I’m slowly being undone,
I wonder if it has to be this hard?
The answers are in reach although I don’t know where to start,
I question if I really know my stuff?
My priorities are ordered and I know them all by heart,
But I doubt that they will ever be enough.
If I could figure out just what my next few moves should be,
And make my brain relax and take a break,
I know then that I’d understand and be able to see,
In front of me and just what is at stake.
I need to learn to lay things down and not let them control,
My every waking thought until I crack,
But I’m the kind that feels all things with heart as well as soul,
And know that there’s no room for turning back.
I know that once I stop and rest: The answer will hunt ME down,
But that requires me to let things be,
And that’s much easier said than done – I feel like I could drown,
But I have to or I’ll never again be free.