Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era

My Shadow Choosing Because I'm Lazy

When I'm too lazy to decide, 

My shadow picks for me with pride. 

My cunning subconscious, oh so sly, 

Unleashes all the evils, making me want to die.

It rises to the surface with ease, 

To make me miserable, if you please. 

My life is ruined, I'm full of strife, 

All thanks to my lazy, indecisive life.

So if you see me standing still, 

With a look of indecision, if you will, 

Just know my shadow's taking charge, 

And my life's about to become quite large.

Large in misery, large in pain, 

All thanks to my lazy brain. 

So I'll try to decide on my own, 

And leave my shadow all alone.