When I am living like this
Torn this way and that by things you say
And by my argument with between reality
Distrust and uncertain belief
The entire state of my being
Swings around its axis
As I try to anchor
The direction of my compass
To true north
God knows in living these days
We are faced with so many
Overwhelming choices
That often anxiety or paralysis
Seems the only way
We can cope with the multiplexity
And so we spiral
This way and that
Or split and divide all things
Losing the spectrum of grey
As in our black and white universe
All hope of reconciliation of polarities
Moves further and further away
And we lose a sense of deeper connection
With everything
As we spin ever deeper and deeper
Into chaos and creative disarray
