I have a question.
You don’t have to answer it, or you may.
It’s the process of asking the question that really matters,
For when you hear your own question asked aloud
It gives a whole new sound to your query.
Here I go,
Are you ready?
Yes? Or no?
What decisions flaunt themselves before me,
Begging to be taken.
I don’t know. Do you?
Can you help me?
Yes. Definitely yes.
Yes? No? Yes? No? No? Yes?
See the question marks hang in the air like kite tails?
Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no?
Hear the lilt to the uncertain voice,
The unmade choice that needs answering?
Feel the tremble in unsteady hands,
Nervous with the idea of the future looming ahead?
Can’t see through the fog that dancing with
Slow, rolling limbs to unsung melody,
Blocking view of the next five minutes of time.
Decisions need to be made.
That’s what I thought.