Literature
Pathfinder
Was it greed that came before
at the hour, with a knock on the door
It was a time for my decision
oh how I have loathed this situation
For ever since I could remember
I fear not choosing what is better
I fear that choosing itself is losing
and in losing I fear would be my undoing
Is it greed that came over me
like a need that I know is a want
Wanting all, where only one path I see
I wish there was a way, I wish and I want
But nothing else is there but anguish
With my indecision and my foolish wish
And here I am wanting a little bit more
A little more than I know, I am worth of, worthy for