I fall between want and need,
looking on either side
and back again.
Debating, hesitating, fixating
on the fact that both blur
from this perspective.
I see risk and chance
playing for my attention,
Both form one reason
of why fear leads nowhere
fast.
Not a gambler,
as risk always outweighs
any win,
Not a looser
as I'll fight to sustain
any loss.
So here I'll stay
contemplating then justifying
Why my view from the middle
seems best.
5-28-08
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