Cold Feet

You’ll never find out

where you might have gone

If you don’t leave

where you’ve been

 

You’ll never approach

who you might become

If you change

with every whim

 

You’ll never discover what’s

over the hill

With both feet stuck

in the sand

 

You’ll never discern the

right from the wrong

Indecision

—your command

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

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