Choice is a Curse

To ask oneself which 
Is to have lost the map 
An undone stitch 
A shadeless cap 

The birds they do know 
Come back to the nest 
An egg like breaks through
Its cautionary vest 

One way to live 
Two for the grow 
The mind it can sieve 
Best losing the know 

Decisions will mire 
The head in the chart 
Numbers conspire 
To rob you of art 

Leading a charge 
Electricity bind 
It's on off enlarge
Perfection won't find

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