Day 272: Undecided, Incomplete

I have often written to the idea of being unplanned, this notion of not knowing how things would go because there is no process that guides your choices or the outcomes that follow. In the midst of it all I was hoping to find something that was simple and yet somehow as a writing felt incomplete to me. Since I couldn't decide on a topic, the idea was simple to write about this undecided and incomplete nature of things. The "me" and "you" in the poem depends on the reader and while some may interpret it as a conversation between the friends and lovers we don't get to keep. Some may think of them as chanced conversations between people that they never get to have again, such is the nature of the writing today.

Undecided, Incomplete
Whether you are a part of my world, you lay undecided
While I look for hints and clues in the moments that resided
About life as it may come, about choices I have to make
Things I fail at and yet keep trying again & again

Whether you are the November afternoon too bright for winter day
Or are you art works that for now just hasn't been appraised?
In plain sight, lies a sincere writing written in a closed room
While you question why I write again and again, I question "for whom?"

You are undecided somehow and I am incomplete for now
We are fighting against time and with parts of ourselves we don't show
We are creating our perfect selves, painted in colors I knew
Written in these simple words and yet meaningful only to a few

Whether you are imperfect, whether I am far from being complete
I do not know quite yet, so I write everyday hoping someone pays heed
For now the world looks for many versions, of both you & me
They are hoping to find the middle ground between the undecided & incomplete