The Constant Dilemma? Poem by Meetika Srivastava

Try it, try it, do it, do it softly it whispers. Give up, give up, you can't make it strongly it utters.
Results bring despair yet instincts are positive for outcomes beyond control, eagerness is more when fears soar. To make it, to shape it is the voice of the core. Drifters are there to sway you away, reasons bring more
disarray. Mind is constantly oscillating between 'to do' or 'not to do'? Visions are blurred but hope lights and darkness shines. To follow the path or lead the way? To light a candle in hope or to wait for the sun to rise? Both will bring light and shine but the dilemma is there whether to wait or not to wait?