Decisions

Decisions, decisions: how hard they are.

What if you’re wrong? What do you do then?

From what to wear, to buying a nice car,

Decisions are made daily; be correct.

With pressure they come, I hate being wrong.

Is it A or B? What do I choose? Yet,

It’s a 50/50 chance taken all year long.

But not all answers are so direct, some

Seem to have no right conclusion, multi

Answers. Deciding is made even when young.

Mistakes are shameful; they make me guilty.

Taking that risk is a part of one’s life,

So realize that there is pointless strife.

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