Sometimes we cannot ignore
What the world has for us in store.
All these decisions tend to be a chore,
But just make sure that you don't dart into the moor,
Fleeing from decision-making forevermore.

Whether they are small or large, these blooming choices of ours alter many things.
It does not matter what they are,
We have no reason to fear these few thoughts
Of our churning, musing brain.

These blooming choices of ours
Sometimes tend to lay down a snare.
When that happens, careful treading is advised
Or else you'll discover your dreadful demise.

Not all thoughts are so bad,
So please don't cower over there.
Not all of your actions lead to despair,
As long as you are aware.

Carry on in this frigid world, wise and slow.
Those that run too swift stumble on their toes.
Wisdom is a precious thing, whilst a lack of knowledge tends to be a foe.
Just stay away from the jeroboam.