Choices

It lazed with odious weight,
Constantly reminding me of its existence,
Forefront in my tangled consciousness,
Never far from consideration.
So many options lay before me,
All clambering for recognition,
All seemingly worthy of attention.
None signaling as a worthy selection.
Time may serve to be the answer,
But too much of it will pollute,
A decision is looming large and lumbering,
Grant me the strength to chose wisely.

We had just been paid and I had a pocket full of money. Being the responsible consumer, I wondered what I could blow it on. The myriad of options spawned the poem.