Learning to discriminate

what i used to know
compared to what i presently
know differs immensely.
how does one’s conception
of another depend upon their
notion of a deity,
or what side,
left or right,
they support,
or what their
sexual orientation is,
or what race they
belong to?
how come now,
all these pervasive
filters seem to
garner such sway
upon ones disposition?
pleasure of time passed
becomes victim of
discriminatory reexamination.

Strategy of the undecided.

i’m a poor strategist,
all or nothing.
but that’s hard when
sitting upon the fence.
i see both sides of the green.
i can’t decide which
side to choose when
both sides look green.
i’m all in for indecision.
to decide is to commit,
and i’m not certain with choice.
given more time for choose,
i’ll remain undecided.
i cannot chose one for the other
without really knowing.
but once known,
i’ve lost.
i cannot pick one for the other,
both are correct, being it
win or lose.