Disconcerted

Disconcerted

Everything seems to go to a rainbow blur
The interior emotions become a stir
 
The errors I have become do not rule
If I search for an improved source of fuel
 
The blinding bright glares will have to dim
In hopes my soul will get back some vim
 
The forthcoming conclusions I have not reached
Searching out resolutions has me quite besieged
 
Inhale and exhale with deep forceful meaning
Asking for peace to perch in me, intervening
 
 
 

 

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Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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