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Occam’s razor,
Blade of decisiveness,
Shearing away deliberation,
Eliminating computation,
That cramps my neurones,
That melts my choice-making.

It doesn’t chisel or etch
An answer from the mess.
“Go with your heart” it suggests,
“that first thought, what was it?
That’ll do best.
And don’t nurse regret.”

Does the same sharp wisdom apply,
To finding lasting love to satisfy?
I’m not sure, and too scared to try,
And I can’t decided if love is brash and clear,
Or something with heavy baggage in arrear,
Which is, in the end,
My most compelling fear.