The course

Confusion abounds

As to what to do now,

Turn and discover

Or stick and allow,

That other order to direct the course

To resist the urge

To butt in, to intercept

To charge the horse.

The balance

At the time I just couldn't tell

Whether it was cause or accident,

That had cast such a spell.

But it lingered there,

Like a doubt on a string

Constantly at odds

Yet certain to bring...

Some more questions to the argument

Some more thought to my day,

Just a glimpse of reflection

Yet such disarray.

The black

What to do when the world turns black

When there is nothing to welcome,

But only to attack.

When the one crusade

Is no longer enough,

To keep us from the cave

The stillness and the dust.