Choices Confuse

Two doors that open
Into different worlds.
No telling how
The future unfolds.
Not clear of what
You really want.
What door to choose
To start your jaunt??

Which dress to wear
In the upcoming bash.
For TV shows,
Siblings clash.
Imprisoned by
Freedom to choose.
The gains so little
For what we lose

All factors weighed
On a micro scale.
And statistical models
That never fail
Analyzed threadbare
To heart's content.
So come tomorrow
You don’t resent

Opinions from every
Passer-by;
Qualified or not;
They all try
To share their wisdom
And help you out.
All piling on
Your towering doubt

Logic loses
All control.
Varied responses
From audience poll.
A dash of superstition
To spice it up.
And your brain reduced
To paper pulp.

When the death bell sounds,
You make a choice.
Listening to
The booming voice
Of your guts
That point the way.
No rhyme, no reason,
You still obey.

You choose the life
That you blame
Rue and regret,
Crib and complain
Staying true
To the human core
You wish you'd gone
Through the second door...

- Himanshu