RiDDLE NEST

 RiDDLE NEST

Nestled in the bosom of pure indecisiveness. 

I cannot complete. How can I complete?

Nestled, ever so comfortably, I beg not to move. 

Constant, undesirable fear somehow surrounds

my bleak listless inability to decide.

 

I can have it both ways, for a while;

I read it in the newspaper,

but impending doom is affixing

Impending doom is requiring me to take...

Immediate action! 

Oh, the riddle in the mind

of a little child.

Make a child, make a child,

                       make a child so wild...

 

 Nestled in the bosom of pure indecisiveness,

 

I surrender.

I surrender. 

Be merciful impending doom; 

I will cooperate.