Think.

Choice is something I believe
Why are mine always wrong
Self-determined prophesies
I suppose
My efficacy is wasted
On living in the now
For in the moments of present self
I drop the ball
Leaving me in my own fear
Of making the wrong choice
Without even trying
So it goes
Without thought

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