STOP!
Location
Indecision, at its best, is a game of poker
Blackjack? No.
Go fish!
To get the response you're looking for,
You have to ask a question.
Question...
Question its existence!
What are this - that - it -those!?
Can you see the struggle?
No cop, no stop?
The law says no,
My foot says go
I'm running out of time...
Three seconds -
I follow the rules.
But why?
Am I afraid of the cops -
or afraid of my mom?
Mom raised me to be a good girl
To always clean up after myself.
Then why...
is my life such a mess?
I can't see clearly through the fog,
I'm speeding down the hill
And then another stop.
Lose the momentum
Or fly?
I follow the rules.
This poem is about:
Me