Only After

Decisions come and decisions go
But really they are forever.
This the mind does not percieve
Until after you've pulled the lever.

For when you engage your mind
In what your heart proposes,
There is no way to foresee
A sight of thorns or roses.

In this instant you transform
Into something that is not you,
Rather a dangerous beast,
An emotionally logic brew.

Proportions are naturally tipped
To that side or to this,
But no matter the rations within
Intentions always run amiss.

It is difficult to prevent,
That is for man at least,
(Nor his counterpart either,
In which this process does not cease).

For he is unstable even
In times of great composure,
Because lowly, lustful greed
Can find no satisfying closure.

It is only after this wild time does exhaust
That we find what we have done, and find what we have lost.