Eyes ringed with last night’s awake,
blink numbly in brilliant light.
No revelations came with day break.
So, greet the morn with no delight.
Turn and turn it over again
’till can’t tell right side up from down.
How many days must I spend
wondering for what am I bound?
Head ached from thoughts tossed
by idle threats and bluster.
Grown weary of the logic lost
amid the maze of much clutter.
Spin and spin ’round some more
’till everything is a blur.
What makes steady steps sure
when head and feet can’t concure?