Then Again

Ambivalence was trying to decide
if choosing half a dozen of the other,
an option that's so easy to deride
you wonder why a man should even bother
to favor it above the six of one,
where, incidentally, this all began.
Contorted, indeed wracked with indecision,
proceeded, although under the provision
that there will be no on the other hand,
and thus assured, grew confident and strident,
pretending its dilemma is a trident:
perhaps it, after all, had found its voice.
But then again, it had no other choice.