Too Do

by February 9, 2009 0 comments

There’s way too many thoughts
that come swirling in my head

too fast, too high to do

A string of events still not yet met
lead to the next few, expanding imaginings
breathing and walking and talking all on their own
I become consumed by this swirling madness
trying like hell to keep up with the snaking timelines

too many, too fast to do

I am flooded with
previsional visions of
these triple-visioned missions
white-capping rising tides
with no time to decide
which waves to ride and
which ones to hide behind
unsure of which ones are right
the ridden or the hidden or the…
oh god which wave do I choose!

too high, too many to do

I’m begging for some peace of mind
a quite place that I could find
to stop the spinning hands of time
to just say stop and stay behind to:

write a story, paint a picture, compose a poem, sing a song, dance a jig, act a play, weave a web, give a care, pray a prayer, bare my soul, ride a wave, think my thoughts, express my soul, fill the whole, speak the truth, live the dream, reach the we, love the me, believe I’m free to

but no…

There’s way too many thoughts
that come swirling inside my head

too fast, too high to do

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