A crossroads; as I so often find myself

Internal compass playing badminton with logic
Beat poets keeping time
While my heart is the zebra

This is the zebra's court
It's final word is fate
Destiny's tides shift, SOS, ready to abort

A ship on an uncharted course
It's engine a race horse
Each invaluable asset pushing forward; for better or worse

The rhythm of the hive in erratic, audible tempo
Deafening buzz
Frightening uncertainty
White knuckled assurance

Not time to let go