Could you tell me, what is it that I want to do?
Would you construe,
point out my miscue?
Decisions you can breeze through,
I cannot break through.
My mind chews me apart, and I don't know if I can pull through.
I second guess, whatever it is I pursue.
I can't deal with whatever is new.
I tend to slew.
oh my, I need a tissue.
So hey, Ms. Tew, tell me it is you.
Who will stew and make my stale world a coup.