Turbulent days spent

dazed and waiting for the sun

to rekindle life

Watch the clock and your 

back as they warp and weave and

leave you broke, broken 

Judge not lest ye be

judged it's said, but sometimes it

is worth the blowback

Reflect on life like

headlights glinting off a deer's

eyes on a roadway 

The endless choices 

in the end are exactly 

the same on repeat

Push and pull between 

the poles of light and darkness 

tears the heart apart 

Tightrope or noose, they 

ask with mirth, knowing  either 

will delight viewers