What more is there to say
When I feel like only crying
Decisions have become an ordeal
Even simple chores are mystifying
Though smart inside my brain
That mass has turned to jello
No longer can I communicate
It’s so difficult to say hello
People don’t understand my dilemma
A man faced with too many choices
While everyone has their own opinions
There are too many conflicting choices
Nor drugs nor drink can cure me
For I’m lost inside my thinking
My failure to stop and select a road
Has caused my psychiatrist to start drinking
What’s worse is that I must decide
For time is rapidly ticking away
To go or to stay or to disappear
Will have to wait another day
