Liminality

I stand at the crossroads in Liminality

it's here I must choose the land of

fantasy or reality

The decision is mine

it's my choice to make

I struggle with the fear

of making a mistake

Fantasy is the land

with pink elephants and lemonade

where carrousels are free

and march on parade

There are no tears in this

land to find

only polka dotted flowers and

magical rhymes

Reality is the land

with logic and reason

where the mind is intended

for scholarly legions

Here man struggles

for individuality

to find true meaning and

life's causality

I cannot decide which road to take

For if I choose one the other I negate...

Because I cannot decide

which land to plea

I choose to abide in

Liminality

KBD

I wrote this poem some time ago... It was actually the first thing I ever published... From time to time I find myself standing at that same crossroad... I clearly have two choices ~ which one do I take? My heart tells me one direction, My head tells me another. Ya know ~ sometimes I think it WOULD be easier to be a "tin man" with NO heart at all...