Archetypes

The duality of all strange moments,
Makes my head hurt with all the data stored.
As I rethink and replay-
Mind-map and piece together all comprehensions-
To arrive at a different conclusion each time.
Examples of truth and lies,
Color my auditory horizon -
The cynic-
Believes in none-
Yet the foolish in me wants to hold on.
Question arises - as to what-
For I see a sea of loss-
And an ocean of tears-
That would shatter all fall.
Truth begets truth,
I have heard -
When will the known face,
Change its colors-
And the real archetypes show in their gory glory?
Perhaps, I seek a rushed end-
To hush matters deep inside-
Suffocate the pensive pansy
My thoughts radar off to.
I seek a shelter-
Away from my own mind-
To run away from all my thoughts,
As they bleaken my self-worth-
The irony of the duality,
Irons my ire,
Yet iron clad brain-
Refuses to see past its blindness-
To the cool rays of logic-
That otherwise suffuse my heart.
Duality in mind too,
I waver-
At the shyness of incompletion-
Or mayhaps,
Its just a fear of being fooled and alone again.