Indecision

It's like a mirror to me.
You tell me
you feel indecisive
and that makes you feel
ridiculous
And while I give you advice
I'm inwardly cursing
for my own indecision.
I can't decide
where I want to go,
what I want to do,
who I want to be,
or anything like.
I mean, I can barely decide
what to do after school tomorrow,
or where to apply for a job.
And here you are
my own personal mirror
of my innermost thoughts.
"I don't know if I like her anymore,
or if I've moved on,"
you confide, and like I haven't already
thought to myself a dozen times in the last week
"Is it still him, or is it someone else?"
I reassure you
that you're perfectly okay.
You would think this would be the point
at which I would start taking my own advice
when our lives start to mirror each other
and I'm giving you advice on your situation,
but I still despair for my own situation
and avoid thinking too much
or listening to myself
because I definitely could be wrong...
I tell myself it is a coincidence.
But although I don't believe really in a high power,
I can't really believe in "coincidence"
except in theoretical terms.
So there is some reason
I chose you to be my friend
and remain friends
despite the remarkable mirrors
our lives make themselves into.
And I can't help but wonder if perhaps the reason
we are even friends now
is because of your indecision
and my own
because we mirror each other,
I'm drawn to you.
I like you for that.
Maybe that's where the confusion begins.