In the Muck

When indecision drops on by,

No matter how I want to try

To move ahead, I find that I

Am absolutely stuck.

 

Though getting out is my desire,

Circumstances will conspire,

Trapping me within the mire,

To wallow in the muck.

 

Plans and changes don’t get made;

Forward motion is delayed,

All because I’m too afraid

And lack the needed pluck.

 

Better, then, to just remain

With things in place and thus refrain

From choices that will make it plain

Why critics choose to cluck.