She doesn’t know what she wants
The confusion sets in
The options, they flaunt
Unsure where to begin.
Thirteen weeks or just six
Possibly even ten
The options abound just for kicks
Can’t You just tell her when?
If You know everything
Why not just decree?
If You know the plan
Why must she do the choosing?
Is it really that key?
With this pressure she doesn’t think she can.
Quite sure she’ll be failing
If You don’t say which it should be.
Yet You choose instead to remain her guardian.
She will keep on,
Pondering this decision,
Maybe with time she will feel less abandon.
See the feelings have changed position
New joys have come anon,
No longer the same passion.
No more camp horizon.
So, randomly out of a hat will be the condition
In order to identify which one.