Decisions, Decisions

Categorically, I can't visualize a more attractive version of humanity than the red headed middle aged ones.

The apprehension of being indecisive can reproduce repetitions of mistakes.  Whatever cycles and patterns gone through in reason and logical deduction/induction become meaningless in balance and measure, to the point of no longer serving purpose.  Principles and dualities, for example, can be absolutely of no use if you don't act upon them.  Sometimes, you just got to go with the gut feeling or heart, rather than over-think everything.  Maybe making a mistake can cause hesitation, but that's a huge part of what it means to bear fruit as a person - to abound ahead, unknowing.  That's just some of what I think about, when I read this.  Very clever and almost like a parable.  Reminds me of Albert Einstein's quote about insanity.

Thank you for sharing this. Your poem masterfully captures the anguish and desperation that can accompany impossible choices and futile efforts.