Spur of the Moment

When you plan something spur of the moment,

At first you feel proud and in charge,

But the longer you think,

It will end in a blink;

Then the doubts stumble in and loom large.

 

I need time to mull over my choices,

Possibilities I can assess,

Weighing good points and bad,

What will make me feel glad

And eliminate what might cause stress.

 

Sometimes, though, I can’t make a decision

And the plans do not ever get made,

So perhaps if I pounce

I might get to renounce

Hesitations that make me afraid.

 

If the scale tips one way or another,

Either method can end up with doubt,

But at least if you book,

Then by hook or by crook,

An adventure you won’t do without.