All I see right now is a messy place.
Scattered items, not a desk of grace.
Yet somehow, I still connect with it.
It reminds me of my mind, I’ll admit.
Fantasies of the world,
A whirlwind of questions swirled.
Sparked curiosity, ignited gears turning
So much hunger that suddenly everything’s burning.
Noisy echoes that I’m scared to tread
Daunting thoughts empower the others instead.
If only I could sit down and de-clutter,
My mind would roar, not stumble or stutter
October, 2025
