Connections Examined

My mind is full and working

Busy, I tire myself

When others cause me pain,

Why do I allow myself to do the same?

And so, I tire myself.

My best time for thinking

Is when I lie to rest

Is it good then that I tire myself?

If my mind were not so ravenous

It would be a frustrating, boring life.

So I suppose I would still tire myself.

 

So long without words

Was it the lack of sleep?

Or perhaps lack of inspiration?

Could it simply be those things?

Perhaps the mood was just missing.

It had run away for a while, mimicking myself.

Reflections, my manner to state of mind.

 

My thoughts flow into words

Rocky, sometimes smooth

Leaping and jumping about

I cannot control them.

A life of its own in my life.

Is this the mother of personality?

Because, surely, it’s all connected.