i am. . .
hanging in mid air
in between
ecstasy and solitude
as the expression goes
a rock and a very
hard place
a fork on the road
shall i take
the one less travelled
this time
or shall i follow
the path chosen
by most who came
before me?

i am. . .
in limbo
floating in a foreign place
i can't read the signs
they're scribbles to me
does no mean no
does yes mean yes
or is everything
a resounding maybe?

i am. . .
all out of reasons
all out of excuses
i have run out
of explanations
and possible solutions
are now a rarity

everyone tells me
i need to go right
but every bit of me
is wanting to go left

i am. . .
so very torn
overly worn
i think i'll just ride
the waves for now