Stalemate, checkmate, This decision is a weighted wait; or is it a waited weight? My eyes are open but shut to what is seen. Two choices, both good, both bad, both are in between. I'm betwixt; I've got it twisted. The problem's persisted. Which rules: head or heart? Is this a finish or a start? My mind is unkind to feelings and intuition; My heart is apart from thoughts and reason. Logic versus emotion, is like a weak potion, a baseless decision... indecision, imprecision, My own prison: thoughts bashing around without passion. Both shall be considered until I'm no longer bewildered. I can't stay here, with or without fear, covering my heart and shielding my mind with swords that stab each other blind. My complete self, my wealth, I will find inside. The answers to my questions and the questions to my answers therein reside. Now, what did I decide?
