This sightly show of words was quickly becoming a 2-story affair.
[ A tale of two notions broadly cast over one station ]
Mumbled confusion of the third degree
quadrupled the perils of free association.
Each word selfishly believed it was favored from the first,
for none feigned forlorn, nor were fool enough to form factions.
Rummaging through billions of brain cells in a million cluttered closets just now,
feeling the pressure of a pressing situation that needed to be quickly resolved,
I, the one with the question, found myself being attracted to a cluster of certainty.
Luckily for me, my answer was all in a bunch. Therefore, I picked it out.
I made a decision. I made a choice. I made up my mind.
Or did I?