Option Paralysis

In the toiletsun
of a foreverheadache,
the ceramic bunny mocks me
as I question how I came here
to this clutterspaced nest
of my life, why I drag home
more and more lifethings,
like a secret hoarder of
responsibilities.
From the cottonworld of my
overstuffed head, I pull out
one thing and then another,
consider them,
put them back. I am too
busytimed today,
will be far more
adequatepaced tomorrow
or in some evermorrow
or the one after that.

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From a prompt at NaPoWriMo.net.