Plea #70: Greys In my youth, I was given few options.
Fewer options than the little I'm given now, anyway.
Within these options, there were choices that were "right" and ones that were "wrong".
And I knew them from one another prior to choosing.
Sometimes I would weigh the "wrong" decision to see if it would benefit me.
To see if I could outwit the consequences.
Even so, rarely did I choose them. And when I did, I rarely *did* get away with it.
But I knew they were the worse option regardless.
Growing up, though, I've been faced with more and more grey decisions.
Queries with an indefinite solution.
Problems, where there were no "good" options.
Where the best option was a matter of perspective.
And now I'm faced with another. And I'm unsure of which option is best.
I'm uncertain what answer will sting the least.
And it pains me so.
And once I have taken my pick, there will be days to pass, before I hear of its outcome.
Both my options and my hair thin and grey as I ruminate.
The doubt of my selection clouds my mind like a recurring caw.
I doubt I will see victory in this battle.
In *this* hour... I can only hope for a strategic retreat.