An Equation for Survival

Fight and Flight

No longer “or”

But an equation for survival

At its fittest form

Caught between live or die

Do we not already exist between the two?

Fear plus hope should equal the upper hand

Yet how can it when fact plus reality does not always equate to truth?

Fear minus hope creates a poison

And thought minus fear stirs poison into chosen demise

If we fight our physical self may die

And if we pick flight a piece of our mind may lose its way

So which do we choose when the times arise?

Which do we choose?

Do we even choose when the instincts claim us?

Questions plus little answers equal confusion

Equal fear

Equal illusions of lack of safety

Perhaps we are already always in decision

Fight or flight, fight and flight, fight, flight,

The F words become desensitized

Until suddenly we must choose

And the idea becomes a nightmare instead of a way of life