Choose, or don't

“Which do you want?” they ask,
chocolate ice cream or raspberry?
I ask if i can have a little of both
sometimes I can, but sometimes, no.
So I’ll sit there and think, wondering
which one I should choose,
which one I’d prefer, as if my life
depended on ice cream flavors.
I take so long deciding or trying to,
the opportunity soon passes by
and I’m left with nothing but regret
that I didn’t just choose one.
“Do you want to go here or there?”
Well, how can you decide that?
Here has these cons, there has those,
here has these pros, there has those,
and if I don’t choose one or the other,
I can’t enjoy either place, because
once I’m here I’m thinking of there, and:
what might I have done if I chose there?
If I’m there, I’m probably pondering
how would it have been if I went here?
Too busy stressing over decisions
to enjoy any chances, whatever I chose.
I know everyone has this problem,
probably, unless you got over it,
and except my younger brother,
who always know exactly what he wants
and if anyone try to convince him
that he might want something else,
he’ll stick by his choice, stick fast there.
I admire him for that, eleven years younger,
yet so much older in some respects.
Life just keeps on passing by,
happiness, while I try to decide on some
stupid flavor, some sort if a place
that doesn’t even really matter.
I think sometimes, I’ll invent a randomizer
for life, scanning my all my options,
randomizing them, I won’t have to decide.
But then I won’t be in charge of my life
some soulless randomizing scanner will,
and I can never be responsible,
my choice is my choice, I know.
But sometimes, it’s so hard to choose.
and stressing over deciding will only ever
be the one decision that I’ll realize
I don’t really want at all, the others,
        they don’t matter,
              they can’t make me
                                       happy.