in the throes of indecision
a thing that no one ever knew
about whatever i was singing
or what i would do to you
my intellect is no exception
and i am no vitruvian man
but as a member of the millions
i'll do the best i can
you wake me from my dreams
the best ones i'd ever seen
you wake me from above
but i'm going down again
one hasty addition
the only option left to choose, it seems,
is sex without affection, or jazz without the blues
now all the kids are moving
i've got lists of lists to show
that when we're playing these games
however strained, we always seem to know