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The Fall of the Mustache Rangers
these choices bounce around in my brain
like a superball in a steel room
yes, no
now, later
WHEN???
all day, every day questioning my decisions
wondering what is right, what is wrong
these choices turning my mind into a melting
pot of options, I hate it, I love it
make it stop, I never want it to end
these choices haunt me like a ghost
in my days, in my nights, in my dreams
running every aspect of my life
I remain living, unable to move on
these choices will be answered soon
in one quick instant
a moment uncontrollable by me
I have no option but to sit and watch
yell and scream, questioning the result
but it is done
when its over, its over
no looking back, no arguments for change
the choices were made, the answers were given
I lost.