Ever hit one of these,
So hard your nose bleeds,
And u swear you won’t do it again?
You pick yourself up.
You dust yourself off.
And rev up the ole’ flame within.
You’ve grabbed no new tools,
You’re going faster than before,
And you’re head is straight up your ass.
Not a glamorous sight,
But appearance aside…
You’ve learned to fail with class!
The same brick wall.
The same barricade.
Will sanity ever win?
Perhaps you’ll bust it down,
Or maybe go around,
Or simply repeat… ad infinitum.
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee
Image Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/art/brick-texture-m
I say it frequently:
“Ohhhhh to live in my head.
A fun place to visit,
But not a great place to live.”
Thoughts race in disorganized flight,
And have too few landing strips.
Clarity at times is fleeting,
Appearing primarily in blips.
My next steps are covered,
By the stretched shadows of blind leaps.
And open graves are created,
For my regret to sleep.
On other occasions it’s orderly inside,
Rapid thoughts are flying straight.
With only short necessary landings,
To connect easily at different gates.
New information is absorbed,
And it’s applied in my active life.
My decisions stand a fighting chance,
Of being well thought out and right.
The two do hang together,
Meeting at conventions and “Pub Brain”.
Strategizing, with one group dominant,
The Insanes versus the Sanes.