Moving gently between flowers and locations,

With seeming abandon and randomness,

I can detect no pattern of logic,

Or intention.

 

Yet, this one has a weapon,

Which seems to fill the room with noise and fire,

Spitting maliciously from the itchy, hair-trigger,

Of a mind moving at speed.

 

Ducking and diving now,

To avoid an “accidental” shooting,

A mind tries to reflect on why, while avoid certain doom,

In a simultaneous moment.

 

Such is wont of freewill when weaponized,

By the agent provocateur.

 

One the tirade is over,

A thankfulness fills the room,

To be followed by reflection,

On what just happened.

 

“No Way Out” the sign at the end of the corridor,

Predicated by a long walk down in virtual darkness,

As the flashlight flickers its last breath,

Causing mine to increase.

 

An end which makes the heart race,

A mind freeze,

And poor limited alternatives flood in,

Make a ever-watching devil smile.

 

Yet, there is another path,

Obscured for now,

But to be considered,

To avoid drastic action.

 

Think With Your Heart.

 

“No Way Out” the sign at the end of the corridor,

Predicated by a long walk down in virtual darkness,

As the flashlight flickers its last breath,

Causing mine to increase.

 

An end which makes the heart race,

A mind freeze,

And poor limited alternatives flood in,

Make a ever-watching devil smile.

 

Yet, there is another path,

Obscured for now,

But to be considered,

To avoid drastic action.

 

Think With Your Heart.