It’s too difficult to decide,
What to write about in this poem,
Or how to pick a theme,
Or even why to write the poem at all.

It’s too difficult to decide,
I’m just so tried,
My fingers are slow,
And my thoughts rugged.

It’s too difficult to decide,
Where I’m going with this poem,
Where I want to take you,
If I want you to come along at all.

It’s too difficult to decide,
As I yawn and stare at this screen,
With dreary eyes and a tired body,
Hitting the backspace over and over.

It’s too difficult to decide,
So I’ll leave it here,
For the me tomorrow,
Who will just sigh and roll their eyes.