Sweet Choice
I came across a poem today that sounded a little self-indulgent. It prompted the following:
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I, me, myself,
The most important person in the world,
I stand before the choices I must make.
Decisions, doubts, flights of thought.
What will I do? What will become of me,
I, myself, the most important?
What to do and how?
The world is waiting
For this drama’s outcome.
Unbearable the weight, the choice,
The fate.
I must not waver.
Yes.
Put sugar in my cup.
