Poem a day, day 7*

Stumbling around
Trying to find my way
In a sea of sound
And a foggy haze

In the blur of life
As it rushes by
My mind is rife
With thoughts of why

How, when, where
Quickly follow
And my mind I fear
Is too clogged to know

Clarity is required
I know this is so
And if it could be hired
That route I would go

Shine a light
And clear my haze
Set me right
Before my mind strays

A hundred thoughts at once
From a dozen different 'me's
And I can't hold onto one
I don't know where they lead

One at a time please
One voice, one idea
I beg upon my knees
I need one thought that's clear

Try to make it interesting
It'll need to hold my attention
Being clear but boring
Is not my intention