It rings, tirelessly.
I know what it means.
Another day, another thought
another endless procession of meaningless
My thoughts swirl and swim
cloudy and partially formed.
They crowd and bump into each other
causing a massive jam-up of
The Good float through and mix with
a sullen murkiness muddles the view
(on look! A list to-do has mangled with my future Dreams
tangled together so I don’t know if I need to buy eggs
a House with a garden!) and I’m blinded by the
If only I could have one thought at a time,
one worry before another forms.
If only I could control and maintain my concepts
of Grief and Love in
then I could go on with my day.