I can't make a choice (poem)

I can't make a choice (poem)




Stuck between two roads,
How can I make a choice?
When every road lead to same destination.

It seemed too good to be true.
Too sophisticated to stoop this low.
Looks like the best was saved for the last

Too fickle to be true.
Too easy to stay.
How ironic?

But patience they say is virtue.

I can't make a choice. I can't live without a choice.