Every Morning

Every Morning

Wading through complexity, noises a cacophony
Voices vie for supremacy, inner children, DJs at quiztime
A diabolical party, leaving you no time to think
If even thinking would help.
Helpless, floating in a tumultuous sea,
With no land in sight. A simple enough plight —
A biochemical brain that won’t relent, a mindless mind,
A traipsing, directionless consciousness looking for a light
Pharos or candle, inconsequential the form
Anything that could help break from this norm
Absence of clarity, mind fog, floating in ether
Unable to deliver, an empty quiver, a target of black in the dark
That's the trouble, you see, nothing flows
Stuck in the mud, floating in an endless, windless sea
Buffeted yet motionless, compromised, hopeless
Yet hoping for an out-door, looking for a map
You know it's in there, still to emerge
Like a shape in an abstract painting, half-made
You can’t see through the shade, perhaps it will… fade?
Meanwhile, still you flounder, while part of you waits
Behind the bars, behind the gates, stalled and formless
Leaving you, to all intents, gormless, unable to engage
Oh for it to be different, but every morning, it’s the same.

21/12/21