Spinning wheels spinning
The march of life is racing,
Time has turned the corner
My reality lacks pacing.
What's a person to do?
How can I fix this breach?
Heart and soul at war,
The lesson serves to teach.
Ever present, ever struggling,
Fight, win, fight, and lose.
The pattern is ever persistent,
Redundant in its constant cruise.
I've left the realm of reason,
Words no longer have real presence.
Distant and relevant issues plague,
Nonsensical in essence.
Why this tortuous mangling?
My mind has wrangled far too long.
Body tired and thought weary,
I finally find refuge in a song.
Uplifted, hope renewed,
Once bleak, now restored.
Refeshed, blessed, urged,
Reason now firmly moored.
My God, my God, have I strayed so far?
His gentle whisper hushes.
Spirit turns to praise the Creator,
Free once more from Evil’s clutches.
What journey is this,
That rips apart my sense of being?
‘Tis urgent in its plea for presence,
Yet is simply, much ado about nothing.
The march of life is racing,
Time has turned the corner
My reality lacks pacing.
What's a person to do?
How can I fix this breach?
Heart and soul at war,
The lesson serves to teach.
Ever present, ever struggling,
Fight, win, fight, and lose.
The pattern is ever persistent,
Redundant in its constant cruise.
I've left the realm of reason,
Words no longer have real presence.
Distant and relevant issues plague,
Nonsensical in essence.
Why this tortuous mangling?
My mind has wrangled far too long.
Body tired and thought weary,
I finally find refuge in a song.
Uplifted, hope renewed,
Once bleak, now restored.
Refeshed, blessed, urged,
Reason now firmly moored.
My God, my God, have I strayed so far?
His gentle whisper hushes.
Spirit turns to praise the Creator,
Free once more from Evil’s clutches.
What journey is this,
That rips apart my sense of being?
‘Tis urgent in its plea for presence,
Yet is simply, much ado about nothing.
9 comments:
Oh my...
Well, you already know what I think of this, but I couldn't leave this commentless. this totally rocks Neenie.
Beautiful, Dineen!
This totally reminded my of song lyrics. You should find someone to set them to music for you if you aren't gifted in that arena yourself. The words just felt like the could be sung. Very cool!
Isn't she pure genius??? AWESOME, CHICKADEE!!
Awesome! What talent you have. Thanks for sharing with us all! I luvs ya, toots!
Wonderful poem, Dineen. Jennifer's right--it sings.
And without the use of amphetamines! Is that a real picture of the inside of your head? It would explain many things.
Ron, that's a picture of the inside of my head! Dineen stole my CAT scan!
Dineen, Wish I could write like you, I'm a joke!
Yeah, that's my brain at the moment. LOL! Thanks for the comments!
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