Downstairs up and upstairs down

I dream of angels

In white flowing gowns

Fancy fades as earth and sky explode

I should have understood

What I was told

Always longing for a place I’m not

It has a stronger pull

Than what I’ve got

Indecision builds a bigger mess

More is more but finally more is less

Back and forth

Between the poles

Comfort in the only place I know

In limbo lost

Holding only possibilities

Thinly stretched

The synapse snaps to impasse

Inside out and outside in

I see too many things

To know where to begin

I pace the floor

In search of middle ground

Lost in the weeds

I’m living downside up or upside down

Back and forth

Side by side

Between the poles

Comfort in the only place I know

When I’m here

I’m thinking there

When I’m there

I wonder what’s going on

I miss everything