Thinking
It is important sometimes to think,
Without a doubt, unless you wish to sink,
Into the quagmire of existence,
And the cajoling of pettiness bring resistance.
Think well, think long, but not too long,
You maybe driven up the path of wrong.
What, is the sky then blue ? or black ?
when light yes; when dark yes, and the crack
In between ? that crack is inaction.
When all faculties lack a certain traction.
Reason pushes, emotion pulls and in between
The id alone; a little lost bean
In a soup of psychomorphic confusion.
Left is right up is down and all is illusion.
There are no frontiers, no boundaries, no walls,
Whirling in a frenzy of anticipation, something calls;
Reality ? Perhaps. The unheard sound ? or the unseen sight?
No rest or respite; no end to this plight.
A battle royal; intellect, emotion and pride.