POEM - Conflict and Confection

I went out to a business dinner

Trying to size up  the new competition

the new young kid trying to impress everyone

just like the last one, but with brown hair

same fire in his eyes

same swagger in his step

the fierceness of intellect

and the savvy of the new Tech-eaters

slayers of the old behemoths

I'm trying to be on the right side of the rift

end up straddling the ever growing gorge

I can see where things are headed

but I love the past, the simpler times

I can see both sides and I'm stuck

trapped by indecision about my next move

distracted by shiny things

unable to really focus like that

and then the whole conundrum crumbles

blows apart like a marshmallow

growing beyond big

from the microwaves of radiation

only to completely deflate

this deconstructed confection

has been the right decision as always