Considering choice and admitting,
Priority isn’t befitting.
Some choice that you make,
Could be a mistake.
It does not require recommitting.
When your life is battered and windblown,
Your path feels too rocky and unknown.
May some shift appear,
Some help that is clear,
Supporting you; being your keystone.
You can’t tell a gift by its wrapping.
May quietly come without flapping.
It could come to be,
A sight that you see.
Some new view that sets your hands clapping.
When I need to make a decision,
I think through and try to envision.
On this hand, I stand.
On the other hand …
I can’t look ahead with precision!