I find it amazing how
whirligigs and thingamajigs
can occupy my mind
to be frightful and delightful
at the very same time.
The yin and yang
of my thoughts cross
in constant flux,
trying to decide
between right and wrong.
It's like choosing
which way to go
at a crossroads.
Such deliberations,
glad or sad, end with me
staying the course or getting lost.
Another example
is what a man might say
without forethought,
whereas a girl's dilemma
might be deciding
how much skin to display.
Either could leave one
or both befuddled or troubled.
Take, for instance, my purchase
of a ticket to an improv play
full of lewdness and sexuality
where I paid attentive attention
to the promiscuous performance.
Or the time. I dreamed
a scene in bed to which
I paid no admission,
but frolicked anyhow
in its licentious behavior.
Would I stand confused
when accused of either,
or worse to both?
If I only knew
why I choose
what I do,
I'd understand.
Maybe.
