Ah, undecided future, what a wondrous sight,
You hold the power to choose, with all your might.
Yet instead, you dawdle and hesitate,
Leaving opportunities to dissipate.

Like a ship lost at sea, without course or aim,
You wander aimlessly, playing life's game.
Oh, how ironic it is, dear undecided soul,
To possess such potential, yet refuse to be whole.

Your indecision, like a haunting ghost,
Mocks your ambitions, leaving you engrossed.
In a...