It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility
For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 
I love this. It’s a similar inflection point I found myself in a couple of months back. I couldn’t choose my why. It was so difficult to choose a purpose cause choosing one purpose meant possibly ruling out every other great thing. Superbly written poem!
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I greatly appreciate your kind words, Vahid!
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