Sometimes, the choice is many, Sometimes, the choices few. I stand and stare into the dark Not knowing what to do -- And thought it might seem trivial, It isn't so to me: For nothing is mundane for one Who sees Obsessively

Sometimes, the choice is many, Sometimes, the choices few. I stand and stare into the dark Not knowing what to do -- And thought it might seem trivial, It isn't so to me: For nothing is mundane for one Who sees Obsessively