Conviction

Conviction My mind is racing Yes it’s blazing It’s as if I keep on chasing Thoughts and views And notions too Judgments I have not a few ’Cause my mind is way too busy And it shoots past quick and fast Not allowing the conviction Of the visuals to last Disillusioned, skeptic even My experience is extreme Nothing really comes together Everything is out of theme Should I blame my expectations? Were my hopes a bit too real? Don’t I get some validation For the way that I now feel? I guess I was a bit too certain I may have been a little blind To think I never would experience Disappointment of this kind Where did I lose concentration? Did I miss to be alert? Don’t know who I should be blaming But I really feel the hurt My heart says I’m an accomplice But I sternly disagree I can only see one victim And I am convinced it’s me But my mind is showing pictures Of occasions, and indeed I see scenes and situations That I wish I could delete So the evidence is valid I had better now confess And take responsibility For my own sorry mess. Wendy Nipas