Sense Is What You Make It

Thinking, Thinking; Words That Swirl But Don't Make Sense
Thoughts That Are Blank And Full Of Color
Memories That Are Dense But Clear

Hearts Pounding To The Rhythm Of A Different Tune, Not Syncing.
Playing In A Different Time From One Another.
Not Matching, But Together.
Slow But Quick, Loud But Soft.

Spinning Around, The Motion Of Stopping Sets The World In Motion
All Motion. Emotion.
Out Sourced, Out Stretched, Out Of Time

Walking Forward Without A Sense Of Direction
Wrong Direction, But Taking A Step Back Is Not An Option
How Do You Know If The Way You're Going Is Right When
You Don't Know Which Direction You're Facing Or What You're Walking Toward?

The Pen Scribbles Across The Page Without Effort
But It Takes Effort To Place It There.
Holding On While The Things On Your Mind Race Across The Paper.
Thoughts Spelled Out In Front Of You

Writing, Writing; Words That Swirl But Don't Make Sense.