I stand, sit, lie
In psychic syrup;
Willing my life forward and holding it back.
My choices swirl around me, waiting to be plucked.
I watch, frozen, until they are piled around my feet,
And once again I shuffle on, careful not to disturb them again.
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Sometimes the "choices" are made for you if leave things alone. Inaction begets some bad situations every now and again.
I loved the "psychic syrup" line. -
Yes, that is inertia and having lived in that soup a time or two, I can understand it. Things do indeed swirl around but the choices start to look alike and the options no longer seem like options.

