Lament of the Unsure

I yield you say i have no backbone to speak of,
I decide you say i do not have the right to do so
I Beg, you say i am desperate
I maintain my distance you say I am not paying enough attention
I communicate you say not during this time
I enjoy the time spent with you, you think otherwise
I agree on how things should be done, you say take a call
Eternally confused on what means what, why cant life be direct
Life as a process document i understand, the trouble is I am not able to map the nodes
The preconditions i accept, Asceticism i accept, Life as such as is an accepting bitch
Is there hope to be seen in the most dreary situation
A small imp on the side needles you, you still have hope? followed by a wicked smile
Another imp on the side remarks good things happen to those who wait
Another Little imp says grab the opportunity when it arises
Another Little imp advises a middle path
Are these imps manifestations of your choices, you wonder, the imps are hard to resist

Follow one you fall
Follow all you fall


A nonsensical post, if it makes sense to you, please do get your head checked