Pipe Dream

Downhill, downtrodden, left a slaveNew day on the verge to find the greyFloors swing and slope downhill to bringMiddle grounds set on waveringTwo sides to flip and coax a blinkLying on the fence, on the brinkDealt an empty hand-opposed to delete any bridge to standPolarized this sideShades display this trade offTo buy halfway games to bore my daysEnd of my phase todayI'm not willing to meet in the middleEnd tragedy, solve the riddleAnd dissipate ideals of indecisionPipedreams like these will cease and dieUnleashed, my past, this face, removed, replaceAnd now my phases die this timeGrey fades...too late...unveiled my maskWhat's right is not balanced--you're tripped by the intent to stretchSearches coerce a mesh, but facts still remain to refute the questI'll fight just to stay unbalanced--if that equates to remaining stagnantI'm no longer the same as the halfway days, no time delaysYou wanted to know why I'm different, why I refuse to open my mindBecause that relative stance is inadequate to fulfill what I need insideMany souls on the brink of collapse inside the midst of these so-called answersSo eager to embrace those pipedreams so lost and neglecting their only realchanceSo willing to hinge in the balance, your state is so desperate, so blankSo empty and left with this notion that doesn't hold water or weightIt's dark or light so decide and face