Decisions

Decisions plague me.
They creep after me,
Laughing from the shadows,
Smiling in the dark.
They haunt my dreams
And they fill my waking hours.

I can’t choose.
I don’t want to choose.
I’m tired of choosing.
No good options,
No bad options.
Nothing I do
Will ever be right…
Or wrong.

So I’ve done it;
I’ve finally chosen.
I’ve chosen to stop choosing
And instead
To buy a magic 8 ball.