mumblings

so many times that i thought of and tried
to start something, and eventually died.
i do not know if this is a habit of which
calls for correction and need to switch.
one side of the matter presents itself
in such a way that can't be put on a shelf.

a must do thing, say a life and death situation 
in which if not done, could really be an aberration
that you do not want to happen.
so you go and do it over and over again
then you realize that nobody cares anymore
because you've overdone it and is already a bore.

now, on the other hand. the opposite
side of the lemma is a little bit sans legit.
you'd ask why?, imagine the same setting
as above, but you decide that it's upsetting,
so you stay away and don't even care.
people would notice and call that it's not fair.

now where am i going with this?
could it be that whatever i do, always end in remiss.
indeed this dilemma of two horns twists
and constricts the blood out of my wrists.
i actually had a pretty picture of what i'm saying
now i can't remember if i'm just delaying.

see what i mean?

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