AM STILL IN SOME QUAGMIRE
Looks like I have my thoughts spinning anew
I am being whirled into some bottomless pit
A journey to enjoy or this trip in vain on queue
The former but even the latter may seemingly fit.
Retinue says go with the flow but don’t drown
Spot what’s rare check if feet are touching ground
Still in haste there’s waste always a good remind
Running without looking creates what is blind.
Being silly is not part of the drama you’ll see
Neither is being sly this ingenuity in repartee
Bungling up isn’t an act nor creating some din
Don’t expect what’s ideal there never has been.
Can’t it be as simple and not find complication
My head’s in eddy creating chaotic assumption
Believe in life’s quandary love isn’t without risks
Find it exhilarating exciting and this bevy of frisks.
