One step forward, two steps back –
That’s the
way I function.
There is
something that I lack
When I am at
the junction
Of making a
decision
Which will
finalize a plan,
No matter
the precision
Since my
research first began.
It’s like I’m
on a diving board,
Afraid to
take the plunge,
My hesitancy
like a cord
My body can’t
expunge.
And yet I
search and plan and hope
My M.O.
might just change
And I can shed
that binding rope
And step-wise,
rearrange.
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