Ambivalence
Oh, I could care less, yes, I could.
I’d like to have that understood.
My engine has lost its ignition,
With once clear paths in opposition.
Should I go there? Should I stay?
There once used to be a day,
Decisions were a snap to me,
But now I dither constantly.
What’s my motive? Do I care?
Why should I trundle over there?
I can remain in comfort here,
Munch on cold pizza with a beer.
Or fire up something on the grill,
But outside there’s a bit of chill.
I wish I knew what I should do,
So after lunch I’ll think it through.
NicknamedBob . . . April 24, 2005
