Indecision is a ball tossed blindly in the sky,
Wild spins and changing winds adjust its random fall,
Thus, in time, when we align our motives and decide,
Where our plans may finally land is not our will at all.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
