Decisions, decisions, decisions!
How could I choose?
The such-similar roads,
Laid upon my broad?

Decisions! That's what I've endured!
Keeping delays that I'll regret soon
What more could it be—
If I didn't even bother to choose?

Decisions— it is all the same!
How could I overpass such lame?
And for once, never cease to think,
Of the laying morning that follows...

Decisions, decisions, decisions!
I pick one and glimpse
Which astounded by such—
For I discovered they're not the same!