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

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