The Swing of Inertia

Inertia is a funny thing

when one is thinking of a swing.

It drives both constancy and change,

as I swing up and down again.

My heart is swinging without aim

but there’s a pattern to its game.

And no two moments feel the same

as my swing directions change.

Yet I’ve been swinging for so long

these thoughts are starting to belong.

I know the switch is flipping soon

But I’ll swing through this thought anew.

And so the cycle is established

like the force of a bad habit.

Inertia drives it back and forth.

My heart keeps swinging south to north.

It gains momentum, gaining height

until it gets too strong to fight.

My world keeps flipping black and white

and my poor heart gets no respite.

The trouble comes in snap decisions,

when polarity in visions

gives intuitive behaviours

a variety of flavors.

Resisting is a futile task;

This swinging heart is hard to mask.

And no thought felt when up or down

can be trusted to be sound.