UNTITLED

Knotted thoughts

Tangled,

Struggling for release.

Rising, falling like thermals

Air pushing battling bingo balls

Who will win?

Thoughts unsnarled,

Writhing, rushing, raging to the rim,

To the brink of the frontal lobe.

Pick a number from the globe.

Lucky seven!

That’s mine you calling.

Finally,

Now it’s me that’s balling.

Wake up, wake up!

Dreams dim as dusk dawns

Go wash the crud from your eyes!

Thoughts to action

Now fully unraveled

Awakened

Realized