What to do? Whenever the thought
Hovers over the stream of mind
And indecision's palpable,
That little bit of space appears
In which choice seems like a real thing
And the world could go either way.
Something waits in the trees, lips curled,
Considering, the beginning
Of all faiths and philosophies.
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