My younger years
Emotionally hot
My thoughts
Seemed so boolean
I either did it
Or did not
No middle ground,
No room for fooling
Yet room for fooling
Is what I needed
Some days to just meander
Cool thoughts,
Warm emotions,
The twixt between
Is Time to gander
Sleep on it
Chew your thoughts
Enjoy the thoughtful stew
Try a fork and then a spoon
Then you'll really know
What to do