In the Muck
When indecision drops on by,
No matter how I want to try
To move ahead, I find that I
Am absolutely stuck.
Though getting out is my desire,
Circumstances will conspire,
Trapping me within the mire,
To wallow in the muck.
Plans and changes don’t get made;
Forward motion is delayed,
All because I’m too afraid
And lack the needed pluck.
Better, then, to just remain
With things in place and thus refrain
From choices that will make it plain
Why critics choose to cluck.
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