Amusing the Mental Bone
Scattered, shattered
force of habit
Here today
but what's the matter?
Has your psyche
blown a ribbon
Lost it's ink
in indecision?
Have you paid
and not received it?
Bought it, used it
just to leave it?
Will you wind
the struggle strangle
in the scattered
mind to tangle?
Whispered, flustered
grown and blustered
through the storms
will solace muster?
Will you pattern
skin and habit?
Will you touch to sane
and grab it?
Has the moment
seized your senses?
Left you lost
with no pretenses?
Float the matter!
Free the mind!
Polish psyches
'till they shine
Pensive as
you'll ever be
Cut the crisis
Set it free!
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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