Torn

Life can pull in two directions;
Often both ways have appeal
And your mind may be so muddled
You don't know just how you feel.

So you weigh your waiting options
And you dig in and decide,
Hoping what you have selected
Will sit comfortably inside.

For when choices are enticing
And your thoughts are torn and split,
You may make a good decision
But it still may hurt a bit.