Left in limbo
Suspended in mid air
Swinging neither left nor right
The Hanged Man can but stare
Canβt make any plans
Or even act upon
My intense gut instinct
That currently burns so strong
The wheel is a-turning
Certain things must fall away
But the motion is too slow
And Iβm stuck βtil it shifts again
Patience never was
A virtue of mine
Impulsive I am
Once Iβve made up my mind
I long to break free
From the shackles I am in
But circumstance dictates
I must pause for the interim
Everything hinges
On what happens next
I await my opponentβs move
In this interminable game of chess
It seems weβre in check
But I pray not in mate
I may be a pawn
But itβs still not too late
The underdog can triumph
In spite of the odds
Itβs not always the case
That prevails the law of sods
The universe must provide
If one plays by the rules
Adheres to its principles
Then no way can one lose
So Iβll bide my time
Meditate and pray
That the solution for my highest good
Ultimately comes my way.