Recursive Functions

Recursive Function Returning Null

I meet fork after fork after fork in the road.

Every single time I circled back here 
through my entire life I have persisted to the right,
side-eyeing the forgone left as I carry on,
wondering if it was really the best choice.

If both go nowhere,
both lead to void, null;
the only difference I can see today 
is that one is so much more tiring. 

Toh-may-toh, toh-mah-toh.
Both rot the same.
In this case, one just takes a lot longer.

Sometimes, I am briefly rewarded for my choice
before looping back here again.

Sometimes, I am reminded that I don’t belong here;
that I shouldn’t even be on this track at all. 

Sometimes, I understand why
one might choose the other path,
that other nothing,
over this.

October 2, 2024

Recursive Function Returning True

I can be glad too, on days like this.
I can be glad that I reached out
That I met with others
That I spoke and listened
That I chose to wait
Connected
And went right 

I’m not fooling myself
My eyes are still heavy
My voice is still low
Fatigue is still here
With it’s close cousins
Slowed thinking, dull movements
Confusion and apathy
Unwanted guests
I must remember
They too shall pass 

The day is long
The shadows are creeping
Telling me it’s still near
Hungry again
Luring me left
Hungry to tear me apart

I need to remember this
When I circle back here again:

Connect
And I will go right

October 3-5, 2024