Choice, Anticipation, And Disappointment...

Living up to its name, the drink,
Did promptly welcome confusion,
When I had hoped to not think,
Choices accosted me in profusion.

Were I to down the champagne,
Would it drown awhile my mind? 
I had to weigh the possible gain,
Against what might be left behind.

Once out of those Gothic gates,
Ill could I afford seeming frivolous,
Yet, indulging in pedantic debates,
Wouldn't make my company joyous...

I glimpsed the giant digital clock,
The drone should have touched down;
Must I severely yearn to flock,
Than return to my side of the town?

I anticipated cherishing the gizmo,
Were it anything as the site described;
To foil any disappointment, though, 
I did buy what my Shrink had prescribed.