Not quite lost, but wandering.
In the fog between two truths.
On the right is fortitude,
My only love for years.
And on the left,
Is all things new.
Perhaps a sunny day...
This or that to choose.

The mechanics of my mind,
Have never worked that way.
Decisions are not mine to make,
For they make me,
Eventually.

Limbo of contentment. In between.
Where I spend the day.
Until right or left makes me
Magnetized their way.