Crossed Wires

Self Awareness

Wires crossed, short circuiting...
electrician no where in sight.
Thoughts are scattered, can't focus...
on this cold rainy night.
I would swear the earth is spinning...
at a faster pace than before.
Don't have time to make time...
for me anymore.
Selfish you think? I'm not...
Giving? I do my best...
I know my best isn't good enough...
I know my mind needs a rest.
I don't know where this is going...
like I said, my wires are crossed.
Well at least I acknowledge it...
I'm not completely lost.

Author's Note

Just in the moment... for a few weeks now... :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feeling of this poem. It seem we can never catch-up. Hard to find time to think and relax. Sometime we must stop. Re-focus and re-set our life. I like the way you ended the poem. Good to know when are wires are crossed. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote