I know what it means when I can’t stand up

my mind is traveling far too quickly again

and again and again and a … I toss up

arms inside silent revelry’s combative plane

that place we never go

but just end up being

inside of the vacuum

of discontent of confusion

where rhymes and meter have no place

except the occasional clarity that may erase

our present fears.

Where are we now we ask as the time ticks on

wondering how we might ever really move on.

Oh to crawl inside my mind

and offer solace to help unwind

unraveling mystery, so blind

to the actions that do bind

me.

For that is how I get wrapped up in this shit

I look for answers yet when I am gripped

from every direction with anxiety

I am unable to even imagine being elsewhere …

a quiet seafront with the evening’s tide

washing the sands of today’s footsteps

back to the water, the rivers of trailing

lines slip and ease into the ocean’s mind.

That escape

that draw to decide

this moment right now

will help me define

just who I am

why I have become

what will be the next …

oh fuck it all anyway

I’ve traveled this old road so many times

I’m bored give me something more sublime.