Zigzagging Poem by Greg Gaul

The mind flits left to right
Like a moth to the light
Forward and back seem so simple
Appearing as immutable principle
Doubt rears its ugly head
Then we try the opposite instead

Thinking stuck in the primal abyss
Leaping out to a false premise
Landing on a non sequitur
Sillogisms flying past in a blur
The quid pro quo one can't deny
Shows logic that we all decry
Aristotle would be exasperated
While the duplicitous are vindicated

Go through two doors at the same time
Prove it's not shorter to use a straight line
Flighty creatures that we are
When we wish upon a star
Twin deceivers are zig and zag
Truth can evade like boast and brag

Some thinkers think to bend not break
Especially with crucial issues at stake
Forever we're swerving to get so far
And that's the truth of how we are
Mostly unsure of what we know
Off zigzagging we blithely go