Is it that I have become indecisive
When mostly the only decision which I choose
To make, is to write a few more words
On this next question I have truly stumbled
Should I retire, from the day job
To live the life of a writer
Let's be very clear then
I very much enjoy writing, to say immensely
Would not be stretching the point
Yet I have had nothing published
And neither have I courted publishers, or agents
Save for that background noise of self-publication
I have hardly ever performed my work
Other than with a few local writing groups
And for my own internet recordings
I do care for my poetry
Some of it has stood the test of time
But it has never really got off the ground
I could carry on as a part-time writer
I have done so for twelve years, or twenty-seven
What would another two mean; more of the same
Or I could jump, start some explorations
There would be risks, failures and successes
There would be change, I always wanted to change
