Stop the World, I Need a Ruling – The Fight Over My Heart and Mind

Stop the world, I need a ruling

I’m not lost; only confused

A momentary lapse of reasoning

When two and two aren’t trying

And there is no obvious solution

Perhaps to see an optometrist

Double vision on certain things

Sometimes it’s a simple correction

But trepidation looms and questioning

A looking glass with two sides

Reflections and refractions

Plain sight or just distraction

Nothing I see is really clear

Hard to tell if close or near

Uncertainty in the shattering

Haven’t reached that tipping point

Instead to seek a guiding benchmark

Finding a new starting spot

With so many fingers pointing

So many directions beckoning

My tattered map isn’t tracking

No longer valid, or so I’ve heard

It’s an archive from long ago

Written in the script of the ancients

When might made right

And mental games were relegated

To kingly courts and serenades

Maybe some time at a rest stop

An oasis on life’s great highway

One hopefully with facilities

I’d like to get some nourishment

You see, my soul has a yearning

Despite the lack of clarity

Call it a hunger, if you wish

I’ve cleared away the debris

Broken chairs I’ve purchased

Dust from the stacks of paper

Seeds I planted which never grew

Angry scars from anchor cords

Surgically cut and thrown away

Mental freedom has a cost

The instability of a great emptiness

So much space available for rent

Or purchase, to the right seller

Yet I’m caught by uncertainty

Not afraid, but stepping carefully

Deciding on the methodology

Timetables and roundtables

Trying to see the dimensions

Find what’s hidden beneath

Sweep out the shadowed corners

For every moon has a darkened side

And false intent is camouflage

Sometimes hidden in an entourage

Insert a single line into the code

And the virus spreads again anew

When at last I see the shattering

I’d be remiss to leave shards of glass

A razor edge without discrimination

Cuts though both good and bad

And no resolution from the pendulum

Opposite ends with acres in between

Extremities offer no solution

Difficulties in making determinations

Some deliver while some torment

Others protect, still others compromise

Ulterior motives and whimsical words

Remnants of what I’ve seen and heard

A wise man said to take a breath

Take time to still your consciousness

Call your throne a remaining chair

Rebuild your kingdom, but take your time

One deep breath…you’ll be fine

Additional Works By This Author

The Shadow of Sorrow

The Purpose of Our Dreams

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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