At your doorstep on one fine day uncalled,
And knocks on your door with a leisurely stance,
You stand on the other side of the door,
Petrified and untrusting and unsettled,
Pondering whether to ignore and turn away,
Or open up and just get the ball rolling.
You construct a million scenarios in your mind
As to how it would go,
Only to become a puddle of sweaty mess.
The outcome of your decision may
Take your breath away
Or just leave you standing griefstricken.
Love knocks again bringing you back to earth
Decisions. Decisions.
But the point is regardless of what you choose,
You are gonna loose something of yours, that's inevitable,
You won't even know what, when and how now,
But later on you may pour scorn on your mind
Which just couldn't foresee this one.
So being indecisive is gonna be a waste of time, Just do something,
Things may either fall into place
Or Things may go horribly wrong.
But guess what, you just can't predict the future coz you are just a human.
gbl
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