Poetry

 
My mind jumps in
circles,
Theories are propelled,
Bouncing from membrane
to cell.
Why is there a lack of
focus?
 
Sensations
overwhelming;
Yearning for an answer;
Blurred by the puzzles.
Where is this truth to
behold?
 
Frantic within the
mind;
Equilibrium comes so
swiftly;
and gone as soon as you
acknowledge it.
Is there no escape from
this?
 
Obsession for
perfection;
And lusting for
objectifyable improvements;
Contemplating
strategies,
And pushing all
boundaries.
 
Too many paths laid
down;
I command none of
these,
But channel my energies
With turbulence in this
roundabout.
 
Compelled to swiftly
act;
Rather that being
complacent
On external controls,
But dare not to act too
impulsively as you can miss your exit
 
Don't be fooled by the
enigmatic path;
Or dare to take the one
that has a bend too sharp;
Take the thunderous
motorway

And be thrust into the
rat race; or do you doubt your strength?
 
Do you take the road
with no lights?
And be cautious when
the hours show no light
Or will you take the
bumpy road
Just don't be ignorant
to your suspension.
 
Act on something, with
motivation
If amongst your travels
you decide
This is not within your
succession
There's room for you to
return to where you started
 
That roundabout you
circle;
Is the very core of
your mind.
It will create a stir;
making you dizzy
And can often blind you
to the sights