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.

Slipping

What if everyone was trying to answer simple questions with only complicated answers?

What if the true answer was just as simple as its original question?

Scared to feel, I live my life numb to the ice

But you started melting it all away

So no longer frozen, do I choose to run?

Or choose to stay and explore?

Torn between the life I choose and the life I’m made for

Confusing which is which and scared to decide.

And scared now to take the easy road

Is this perhaps an inner warning?

So I find a great hill to either side of the fork in the road

Forks to more forks

The inner webbing of my life, my future, my destiny.

Was this my answer?

If yes, does it make me a breathing contradiction?

I once again I fear I’ve found myself in a vicious, continuing cycle

I must jump before it takes me under.