Today has been a been a day of somewhere between
A triangle within a box in a triangle within a box contained.
This triangle within me,
Always two points, in either direction.
The day of quixotic exploits admired, my bane.
A burden of equal possibilities, the tic tic toc of dichotomy. Boredom of its confined wonders.
A puzzle easily solved, but always put away so as not to solve it for love of the mystery unsolved.
Neither to move forward but nor to sink for fear of sinking.