Discombobulated
indecisive
over analyzing every possible outcome
how come it gets more difficult and complex with every passing minute?
just when I think I’ve figured it out
it gets more twisted and intricate
either way I gotta do what’s best for me
as simple as it may sound
it is far beyond easy
breezy and lifted so wavey
with ideas and plans
when it all boils down to it
my life is only in my hands….
to be continued (this is not the end, for it is merely the beginning)
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