The Way Of Indecision

I came upon what once was a tree

Down by the cemetery

I had to look twice to see it again

Down the alley that I ran

It had grown into a chainlink fence

The grains had turned all gnarled and tense

The branches and leaves nowhere to be seen

There was nothing left of it that was green

A trunk alone dried up and old

The statement that I heard was bold

This is the way of the undecided

This is why they are derided

Their destinies held captive by the fence

Their lives end up departing hence

And what is left but half a life

Tore up by self-inflicted strife

I heard one say a bad decision

Is still better than no decision

One can repent and change

An erring way once seen

But where there is no motion made

Beware the fence unseen