Indecision

talking in riddles
to the man in the moon
i think november
will be here by june
problems are bigger
and harder to solve
my species is starting
to change and evolve
nights are a struggle
but slowly improove
time can stand still
while i have to move
as lost as a goose
as mad as a hatter
no one is looking
what does it matter?
singular thinking
is taking my time
steadily sinking
out of my prime
midnight to morning
my dreams are a mess
its hard to say no
when you keep saying yes

April 1983