tossing and turning
as restlessness abounds
the craziest thoughts come to mind
I sift through them
searching for meaning and rationale
but it’s seldom found
indecisiveness reigns powerfully
as sleeplessness abides
are these thoughts mines,
ones I hide?
or is this the spear of idleness
when diligence abstains
and the promises of purpose arise perjured by…
the guilt of noncommittal
must the mind be at constant work
and so too,
a body not at rest, before craze sets in
as above so below, therefore as my thoughts
so, my body
although I feel disembodied
careening too far within myself
I remain unable to discern a route from this peril of restlessness
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