stay or go waltz

i waltzed in to disposition 
i never listened to what he said 
it took a while without clinician 
i never saw the light turn red

i danced away from supposition 
the table cluttered buttered bread
toast and deals and inquisition
had made the tide turn sickly red

so what the deal was intuition 
the bonds between the left unsaid
bugs and worms gift us fruition
of things we thought we once were dead

perhaps the need is complication
of settled stories told unfrayed
or better yet a small vacation 
shoulda gone or shoulda stayed?