Complicated, aggravated, heavy weighted situation
Permeated with the hated
calculated risks.
Choices from amalgamated
theories become agitated
'Til awash and fluoridated,
holding just the gist.
We combine and slowly grind
until we find solutions
To a problem which, without a
stitch, Stood naked to our eyes.
Could it be we couldn't see the
coming evolution when the
Answers bare and often stare
and even glare
With wheres and whys.
Choices. Ah, yes! There's the rub;
Far too many in the tub;
All the spokes lead to the
hub
Of where we want to be.
We need but to simplify;
Penetrate the needle's eye;
No regrets... No alibi...
Your choices set you free.
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