Folding the Crease

Folding The Crease Two ideas we do decree, Heads or Tails, Steam or Sails. Black or White, Dim or Bright. Do we not allow, an option ‘C’? Two just fits our life of rhythms, Out or In, Her or Him. Left or Right, Loose or Tight. But we need more, for life’s tough decisions. Binary choices seem quite clear, But look beyond The detail here. That random devil just Sits by deepest blue. While a rock and a hard place, These await for you. War and Peace follow no rules. Lifelines run On random spools. Some know War, Some know Peace. Somewhere between these two, lies that crease That oh so easily, folds us into state of War, Or allows us to unashamedly bask, In that Peace, we should not ignore. ©Keith Murphy