Tides

When something interrupts

Your ebb and flow

And you're unsure

Whether to come or go

Rooted to the spot

Can't decide what's right

Should you stand your ground

Or run in flight

Doubting yourself

In every way

I saw that look

On her face today

When you're all at sea

And it's been a while

The paths to choose

Confuse, beguile

Your compass spins

Erratically

While you circle, circle

Endlessly

Spinning in the middle

In disarray

I saw that look

On his face today

It's three forty nine

No signs of dawn

With foggy head

I stretch, I yawn

My internal alarm

Too early rang

Now I'm pulled by yin

And dragged by yang

Weary, bleary

Come what may

You'll see the tired

On my face today