Divided into compartments. Each
Containing a bit.
Seemingly different. Decisions
Bound though, to the next.
Previous somehow inspiring the next. Calm
The mind is anything but that.
Childish and impulsive, Words
That often set off moods unbeknownst,
A potpourri of emotions. The mind sways.
Decisions, those that never come easy.
That promise of tomorrow that keeps
the now going
love thy life, for today comes. And goes
Decisions many, that need much thought,
It all finally comes to a naught!