Conflicted


If I say one thing
But do the other,
If I taint myself
For the mere strife,
If I reshape and remodel
All my life’s prospects
For a thing of no importance,
Do know, then, I’m conflicted.
Deeply misapprehended,
Intensely convoluted,
And greatly confused.

Meanwhile,

Life trails off,
Quicker than a puff,
Faster than a fluff,
Leaving no lapse
Or time
For me to dismantle
The confusion, entangled.
To fret the baffled
Contortion, unwind.

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