Seesaw

You must choose what you do

desperate without a clue?

Fogged with doubt?

What's that all about?

Gloomed with doom?

Let thought loom

and be consumed

Have vision to tredge

Through the dying hedge

berries brittle 

every turn a pickle!

such brony trail

don't forget to exhail

Nothing is real

can you see the appeal?

For looking this way

with lenses light

Neither black nor white

What releif from such fright

it may just be

the way out 

of this fight

know rides drops low

roads wind high

Seasaw through skies of grey

Until you reach another day