The Tug Of War

To spread the seeds of doubt is to think,

in this muddy trail of contradiction in which I sink.

Digesting details, "the what if's" make their entrance,

debate to no end, and I'm back to walking the fence.

 

A blessing, a curse...

A wedge splitting me apart.

A fist fight amongst myselves

my mind turns on my heart.

Like pucks on a zambonied hockey rink,

lessons slip further away.

Sink further into the worm hole,

answers visit but never stay.

Picking four leaf clovers

where the grass don't grow.

Looking for something

where it's not, I know.

There's greatness to be found

in a madness so naturally.

The beauty, the beast...

the certainty in uncertainty.

 

The thoughts of a genius

wearing the shoes of a clown.

Self-made prisons

been the chains that hold me down.

Patience is a virtue

Dead man floated across the sea.

It is what is, what's done is did

my own worst enemy.

A beautiful disaster,

a disasterous beauty.

I now forgive and

embrace the inner me.