Decidedly Undecided

Sometimes we ponder

About which way to turn

Should we reach for it all

And for it all yearn?

Then some of it is gone

Within the blink of an eye

It may or may not stand to reason

But we always ask why

When we're at the bottom

Should we strive for the top?

Is it a fact or a fable?

Should we consult Aesop?

Can we be a two places

At the same time?

Are there parallel multiverses?

What's the reason and rhyme?

Is it wrong to be wrong

And right to be right?

Are colours meaningful

If one has no sight?

What is an act of endearment

If there's nothing to love?

Why is hell down below

And heaven above?

Is it bad to be bad

And good to be good?

And not do things that we shouldn't

But do things that we should

What's the sense of a beautiful song

If one has no hearing?

Is there any reasoning

For a cluttered mind to be clearing?

So to be decidedly undecided

And unsure to be sure

Is it simply a placebo

Or could be a cure?