Commitments & All That Sense

I've had a run-in with commitment
A wrestle to the ground pinned-down, smile to frown!
Relentless.

I can't seem to find a favorable fortune in sticking to a plan
It's just tea for gods sake
Not some famine in Sudan!
Defenseless.

So I wonder in wondrous awe
Bedazzled by my nuances of a soul so raw
For instance, this sentence...
I contemplate a simple film, in Angelica
But then again a poem to write is screaming for helvetica!
To me it feels like war and peace, or even the drama my Q's & P's
(It would appear as though I've got some spastic psychosis of fleas!)
Senseless

Running rampant, constantly trying to devise
A plan that would make, good use of my ties
But even then I can't decide, do I go with a Windsor or a simple bow?
Do I follow ahead towards things I know?
A called for leap toward a different street;
tryin' to keep on the straight and narrow in an old set of feet.

This is the balance of being incomplete.
I am complete
Finding a way to commit to change,
Perhaps sticking to the plan,
is my universal arrange.

My world
Fenceless.