𝄆 A simple question, on its face

An idle path to tread

But every dead end sends me reeling

Fearing what’s ahead

Lost within this feedback loop

My doubts compound and clatter

Amplified and dissonant

Till something in me shatters

Among these shards my shifting thoughts

Reflect, refract and scatter

And now I’m grasping at the fragments,

Wondering why it matters

When all that’s left with heft enough

To set upon the scale

Is certainty I’ll search again

For certainty, and fail

As levers taut with tension snap

I’m falling like a feather

Wondering, next time I misstep…

What can I do better? 𝄇