Lack of Conviction.

unlike a neon sign
dead straight ahead
blinking its message
so loud and clear

unlike the street signs
on sides of roads
to tell you just
which way to go

unlike the clouds
and even the skies
that clear or grey
showing what comes today

unlike the time
of day the ticks away
and moves along
its steady rhythmic ways

unlike a pendulum that sways
from side to side
never faltering
and always the same way

unlike my mind
and heart and soul
that never seems to see
and will never ever seem to know...