As the clock races ahead, unabated
The decision draws closer, unresolved.
A moment of reckoning set in time
A choice to be made for the rest of life.

And yet, I don't move; incapacitated
And overwhelmed by the choices I face.
No right-or-wrong, heart-or-brain,
Just two paths I don't know well enough.

Perhaps this is what leadership will be
A struggle between hope and despair.
Every day an unexplored path to tread
Every decision a break from the past.

From this familiar feeling of doubt
I must make myself fearless, immune.
Perhaps find the star that guides me
As I navigate the path I seek to create.