Maybe , Maybe Not
In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, a dichotomous dialogue unfolds,
A perpetual pendulum of doubt, that oscillates between certitude and uncertainty's darkening folds.
A litany of lost opportunities, a catalog of unfulfilled desires,
Echoes through my consciousness, a haunting refrain that fuels my deepest fires.
The specter of indecision looms, a constant companion that besets my every stride,
A nagging voice that whispers "maybe" in my ear, a siren's call that beckons me to step aside.
Maybe I will, maybe I won't, the mantra of my mind's vacillation,
A maddening merry-go-round of doubt, that leaves me breathless, lost in hesitation.
At the threshold of success, I stand, a hesitant traveler, poised between two worlds,
Torn between the promise of fulfillment, and the fear of uncertainty's unfurled.
The door of opportunity ajar, a tantalizing glimpse of what could be,
Yet, the weight of doubt holds me back, a prisoner of my own indecisiveness, I am unable to break free.
In this liminal space, I dwell, a traveler in the twilight zone,
Torn between the push of ambition, and the pull of doubt's seductive moan.
Maybe, maybe not, the refrain continues, a maddening cycle of indecision,
A labyrinth of mirrors, where reflections stare, and the path ahead remains obscure, undefined, and without clear vision.
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Panashe Chigwedere
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