Don’t know which questions to ask.
Can’t see
to cede the problem.
Everything turns back
on its axis,
revealing an unfamiliar perspective.
Gain the world
and lose my soul.
Such is the cost
of negotiation.
But I never imagined
that there would be
so many sides
to the coin.
House of cards,
full of hidden daggers.
Digging in
to crack the code.
Searching the haystack
for a needle,
but not noticing
the serpent.
It doesn’t get any easier
from here on out,
does it?
The home stretch
is always
dead man’s curve.
Thought that if I just
put a little more into it
I might catch the outside chance.
The jury is still out.
I am a prisoner
of their deliberations.
Trapped by my own perceptions,
ill gotten gains,
and self delusions.
Try to set aside pride.
It doesn’t have to be
about me.
The woven edges
of the fabric of reality
are never kept
by a single thread.
Deep digging in,
like there’s a purpose,
or a vision to uphold.
I’m way out
on the edge now,
hoping that gravity
is stronger
than my inertia.
Hoping my inertia
is enough
to get me home.
DJR – 2022
