It’s not like this life chose me
In fact I did choose this life
And yet here I am undecided
Forever second-guessing always unsure
Wondering what lies behind door # 4
Skimmed through too many options
Have a yen to do limitless things
Still I ought to know that
Only certain amount is possible
For normal human beings
Constantly checking how greener
The grass is on the other side
So that I can determine
To lean on which side of the divide
Don’t know if there still is
A window of opportunity
Or is it already too late
Dreams guillotined by reality
Some decisions of my life
Are certain in my bones
All the rest will follow
Once I figure all unknowns