I'm caught in a dull haze. A rhythm less voice
Aching to find reason, to find words, to speak
To an unknown source that alleviates my choice
And might help to cull the havoc that I wreak.
A cacophony of logic, an explosion of thought
Amidst this curiously chilly night of summer;
If I'm content with lonely and all that I've got,
Then I've no desire to want anything from her.
Emotions ignite my mind and realizations incite
My tongue to speak and mouth to open wide.
It's an obvious lesson that I learn when I write:
My life is the follower and my mind is the guide.
I fear not the morning with its new decisions,
Since it's merely my life's chance at revisions.