Things don't always go according to plan
For hesitancy is rooted in doubt
You thought you made a final decision
Until you faltered to carry it out
That something inside, failed to subside
A lingering feeling you thought you could hide
A consistent drip from an old faucet sink
It constantly taps & you try not to think
But there it still dwells and there it remains
Chipping at the subconscious like a wood-pecker on a pane
You try not to notice
You think its alright
Until you can't decide if your decision is right
You like the control- a consquence of the pride
Ego is live and kicking- often steering you to thrive
You thought you had it resolved; you knew that you knew
Until the time to say it; until the time to do
You prepared so long- and it all seemed so right
But the thoughts became separated, from your heart's true plight
Stopping you in the moment, in the middle of your pace
Once going for the gold, you're now indifferent to the race
A paralyzing feeling ; one of instant distaste
You are now slow to respond, disregarding all haste
The spirit takes your helms; the mind is put aside
Pride no longer leads you
Mental is ready to abide
A contemplative heart is not something one can hide
No longer is there doubt; no longer is there fear
Intuition's grip leaves you no choice- but to adhere
You wonder if it's right? But, you do not wonder long
For internal tides turn & the tap has been there too long
No longer is it a choice; its a force beyond control
You finally throw your hands to heaven- you decide to let it go
There's always an ambivalent mind before one can commit
And those who become fulfilled-
Were enlightened to submit.
