Doubt is madness. Two faced madness
It is madness that has not yet decided to be mad
The to be or not to be.
The this or the maybe that
That vexation of the spirit.
Its grows on you until you stop it or let something stop it.
It won't go away by itself unless you shout it away
Like a rabid dog needing a stick and stones
It won't go away till you decide
Till you decide you are done with being mad.
Till you pick and choose and never look back