In two minds unable to acquiesce
Each one its own intent
Upon me the burden now to process
In splintered choices reeling stress
A choice that I may someday resent
As a flip-flop and sway
Akin to a weathercock that spins to race
On a church steeple far away
Seemingly on top but to its dismay
The wind choosing which way it face
And to this day I will say
While both choices seemed that day
In sound conviction to evenly display
And neither one in extreme lay
I claimed the one my dream did play
The one to which I was then drawn
That somehow on that day had me swayed
And someone someday would then look upon
A look back in years and years gone
A reflection on the choice I made