Decisions loom that must be made
And no one will come to your aid
In your head thoughts give you pain
You keep thinking you're going insane
They only want results to obtain
But there's so much you cannot explain
Stress is mounting under all this strain
As you fight all your demons in vain
Ideas continue racing like a non-stop train
You know quick balance is needed to regain
Your ground again as you tremble so afraid
But this is the price you do pay for this trade
Many thoughts you've had played and replayed
Now too late and you despise decisions you've made.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
