Mister indecisive

Mister indecisive never making up his mind
Putting off decisions until another time
Will he make some movement?
To prove that he’s not dead
Or will he simply stay sleeping in his bed
The morning now is history so is the afternoon
By the time he leaves his bed
The sun’s turned into the moon

Mister indecisive walking down the street
Making up his mind if he should use his feet
Will he move the left foot
Or will it be the right
Or will he still be standing there until the morning light
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
If he says he won’t be long
Don’t listen to what he says

Mister indecisive they say that he has changed
His life is neatly organised his days are well arranged
He wakes early in the morning
Before the rooster crows
And they say he spends his days keeping on his toes
But there’s a rude awakening
It’s just another dream
He wastes away another day
On the things that might have been