Somewhere in the middle
It becomes difficult
(Impossible)
To tell
Right from Left
And once consumed
There’s really no escaping—
At least, until,
The damage is done

Like a fog and underwater—
Still able to breathe
But unsure if it’s air—

Equilibrium                            thrown

Off/On?

Decisions suspect
Inhibitions to surely distrust
Questionably dubious—

Choices to be made—
Short supply/limited quantity
And are they even right?