Woeing and throwing.
Churning and yearning.
Forever questioning and always learning.
A sea of old wretched foes.
All thoughts that keep one on their toes.
Elder thoughts from a time’s past.
The memories that forever seem to last.
Despite the moment or how it goes fast.
This is just another trick of the brain.
Careful though try not to go insane.
For once left alone to one’s own thoughts.
There lies a place where the soul withers and rots.
Where the mind goes crazy and into knots.
Instead flip the script and change that frame of mind.
It’s absolutely something that can be done all the time.
A better way to take more control of the inner eye.
To seek and always find a better day.
Life works a little easier when lived this way.
Note: *3-2-3 Rhyme Scheme Used*
Electric Icarus Project 