This Or That

The idea of either this or that appears as a dubious dilemma tough options offer as you walk on unsure road that wanders, the forks would test if your judgment wavers, senses would know if arcane wisdom falters, none truly trustworthy in the end, however. You hang on a pendulum in constant motion, swing in dithering harmonic confusion. The clock’s hands don’t ever stop to wind, hours come and go but they don’t decide. The destined journey would be easy a bit on a road of sense unforked and straight, the dilemma would acquire no definition if on the journey you pay no attention to the alternatives, and mingle this and that into a seamless clear logic behind facts. The state of either and/or would disappear from the radar of reckoning altogether. It would be like a quandary situation, when you swing between two options, either to hold me or walk with my shadow. The alternatives would disappear you know if you mold the mind in emotion of a lover. The choice that you make would not waver, it would flow only in one chosen direction to where I am or what I am you discern. Written : November 20, 2017 November 28. 2022 Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Sponsored by : Mark Tony