ZUGZWANG.

[veritas]

The grandest of strategists quiver when the unsolvable paradox emanates,
Ecclesiastes’ vanities eclipse faculties, no matter the steps he takes.
Life accelerates, now Johnny Neumonics beyond Thunderome,
At Mad Hatter Breakfast dates of fuzzy logic and palindrome.
Mental conflation of basketcase and gats of chrome,
These battles hone the fastest pace of “SNATCH THE THRONE”.
but upon sitting, they think only of quitting… and choose living….had they had only known.
Clone the same concept but add dimensions and change the layers,
the game is the same, it is quietly, craftily re-arranging the players.
So, to move forward is death from debt, taxes, and ulcers,
and move back is to let the sun set and give snacks to vultures.
Counteract the toxins by being original, and be ahead of your time: “you crazy”
While the matter of fact is that being equivocal, you never reach your prime, and “you lazy”.
Or take the flank of ecumenical, align with the divine design and guide a few greatly,
but suffer the shank that looks identical, while the demons scheming to backslide daily.
The man who can think: He sees the board for what it is, and what it is is bullshit.
But it is death either way, so choose the moral high ground, or beast mode the full clip
I made it simpler towards the end, so that this little riddle wouldn’t let you hang,
When the only choices are lose-lose, don’t even move….Zugzwang.