Indecision

Have you ever thought about something,
Yet you don't do it,
Or you think about the consequences,
And then you do it.

Indecision is a matter of life and death,
In some cases it's not,
Whether it matters to you or them,
It's usually your fault.

Does it matter that you pick this or that?
To some it does,
Your decision decides the outcome,
The pressure always there.

When you finally decide what to do,
You second-guess yourself,
You always give it more than two thoughts,
Making a late decision.

Should I write about what else I have to say,
Maybe I shouldn't,
Maybe you want to know what I'll write,
But will you like it.

Maybe you will, maybe you won't,
Maybe is always there,
If I decide to do this or not,
It is my decision.

So what if I take forever to do it,
Is there a deadline?
I've been late making decisions all my life,
I never get anything done.

Should I finish this poem now?
Maybe I'll keep writing,
Should I tell you what else I have to say?
Or keep it to myself?

I don't want to ramble on too much,
But I already have,
One more thing before I go,
And that's the "End".