Varieties of Indecision

[Apophrades]

This is a good piece. The metaphors for indecision are evocative; the second section is your most lucid. As for your title, the triptych is more than just "variety" try finding some significance in the number, and replace "varieties".

I enjoyed this, Thanks.

Varieties of Indecision

1.
I have bargained for a mundane life of basic happiness and struggle. Mundane or Basic, there is no need for both. Choose one. Or do you have to be undecided?
I was given the option of living like a madman or god,
But because I did not make a decision, the decision, wisely, retreated, Try: "the decision wisely retreated,"
Wanting only the unwavering, demanding extraordinary sacrifice,
Passing over the land of men like clouds in the storm,
Rarely, if ever, finding its conclusion with brilliant violence. Excellent metaphor.

2.
Fuck! The boisterous crowd of me, Sorry, "Fuck" Doesn't work for me. The tone is jarring.
once committee and once republic, Try: "At once, committee and republic"
in the aftermath of a single decision
now riots in the public square.
Someone cries within me:
"Give me the power of a single human being!"
Then, at last, my word would be
like a palm pressing against a torch,
my will would be a signature
among many others in the contract of time. "Contracts" would make more sense.

3.
After my stern declaration I have returned to old ways.
My commitment it seems had been merely political.
How wise it was to promise that things would change!
How ingenious a preservation tactic: to simulate death!
Nothing changes, nothing improves, nothing progresses. Changes, improves, progresses are all synonymous, but their slight differences tell me nothing
Everything adapts, hides, schemes, conceals, fools. Same.
What happens, moving forward and then retreating, Try putting a colon after "What happens" so that it makes grammatical sense, otherwise you would have to put a question mark after "erosion".
In the cowardice of all these years, could be called erosion.
From erosionem, "a gnawing away." God created us,
For what? Not to love. To eat us, to chew us. This is actually quite nihilistic. I like it.

You repeat yourself a lot, I think, to achieve a sense of rhythmic profundity, but you should try tightening this piece up.