Arms akimbo, I straddle the line between tomorrow?s promise and yesterday?s regret

Afraid to choose either side, I sit instead on the fence

My legs growing weary, I decide that I must indeed decide

The obscurity of tomorrow, enthralls and captivates me

It spins a web or mystery and secrecy

While the regret of yesterday, comforts me in its familiarity

Knowledge or expectation, awareness or ambiguity

My brow perplexed, the choice looms ahead of me

Choose! I scream silently, chiding my inherent indecisiveness

Is there no happy medium? Yesterday is gone, tomorrow not promised

Cling to the past or cautiously anticipate the future?

I make a decision and cross the line

I discard my fear and trepidation, confident in my decision

Without regret I quickly reminisce on the past, but bask in the glory of the future.