I keep my thoughts tied to posts standing upright.
At times they seem to maneuver out of bondage
and wriggle on the floor, creating creases in the hardwood.
But yet I doubt that the strength of the taut rope
suspends them from the frantic action that they catch,
for they are circumventing happiness and storing sorrow.
I keep my thoughts tied to ancient hidden wheels.
At times they seem to spin inside hidden wisdoms
but I seem to doubt that that possibility is earthen.
They rotate just outside of understanding
causing them to bask inside rays of acedia.
My thoughts rely on the tension spread throughout despondency.
I pity them
I loathe them
I envy them
because they are circumventing happiness and storing sorrow. |
Submission Name: My Present State of Mind
