All I can do—

There are choices enough

To drive me

More insane

Than I’ve already become.

What to do what not to do—

Why again, tell me,

Please me,

Why I must choose anything at all.

Such an individual—so strong—

Full of such ideals—

Watch me fail, watch me slain

At the feet of my own idol.

There is no use,

There is no gain.

There is nothing for me to do

But wait

And even that is no guarantee.

For I know even as I mourn—

That you do not.