A few years ago I wrote this short ditty, a poem of sorts, about indecision.
I don't know! stops me making decisions
I don't know! protects me from the answers I don't want to hear
I don't know! lets me delay taking the paths I don't want to take
I don't know! is a wall
A wall I build in front of me to stop the answers reaching me
A wall that protects me from any harm that might come from choosing a path
A wall that blocks my path
I can't moved forward if the path is blocked.
If I can't move forward I will never achieve anything
If I can't move forward I can only move backwards
Backwards is what I know
Backwards are the decision I've already made
Backwards are the paths that changed when I last built a wall
If I choose a path and it isn't the right one, will I be any worse off than walking backwards?
If I choose a path and it is the right one, where will it lead?
If I don't choose a path will I go anywhere?
The picture, by the way, has nothing to do with this poem, it's just a nice British seasonally appropriate photo I took rather than shoving another stock image of a question mark!