By Charles Robert Lindholm
choices, choices everywhere
but not the will to think
wanting to just wait and see
and hide behind a drink
hoping that the choice will pass
somehow washed away
the mind awakes
to find the truth
the choice remains
another day
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
With thanks to Samuel Coleridge Taylor’s “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner”
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