Words to give, tossed back and forth,

like darts, so fast they roll.

Thoughts to catch and cause a wripple effect,

my brain engaged.. now the game is on!

What would winning look like?  From each vantage point?

Am I that negative – so as to put a silver lining on every dark cloud?

To spin something resembling what I want – out of what is,

even if it’s only a partial synonym or a temporary clause?

Who are you to tell me how to live?  How to make my choices fit?

Indifference.

And yet you get so upset.

What does being a good person have to do with this?

It’s all one choice or another.. every cause has its effect.

Getting hurt is my reward for living my life fully.

But indifference.. that begs a few pointed thoughts.

Indifference is the opposite of love.. it leaves a mark far deeper than any insult or back of the hand can do.

For it is the lack of feelings.. an emptiness that stares you down cold.

It’s nothing at the end of the day.  

It’s a board with pons and plays that still remain in the box.

It’s an excuse for inaction, a hiding place for steps untaken

And ultimately befriends regret, sitting back club in hand,

staring at the open course and not taking a swing.

Where’s the move in bluffing?  Who’s counting the cards?

The deck is stacked and the king of hearts – risen to the top,

only to disappear in sleeves of ambivalency.

It’s hard to move foward when you’re stumbling back into your own retreat.

It’s hard to take it slow when one is not willing to keep moving.