The Price of Indecision

At the edge of thought, where moments stand,

Two paths diverge, one near, one grand.

Procrastination whispers, soft and sly,

“Rest a while, there’s no need to try.”

But the clock, unyielding, ticks its tune,

Turning midday swiftly to noon.

Dreams, like shadows, slip through the day,

As regret builds castles from wasted clay.

Yet action calls, a bolder voice,

“Step forth now—make your choice!”

Through sweat and toil, the seeds are sown,

Each small effort, a cornerstone.

Where one path crumbles under delay,

The other shines with earned display.

Procrastination builds regret, deep and vast,

But action forges results that last.

So rise, take heed, this truth remains:

The cost of waiting far outweighs the gains.