Taking shots Differently angled Out to find What lurks behind Myst’ry blots Out words oft wrangled Ahead, all timed Our heads designed If your motivation rots Moments swift, ideas are strangled Threads of the mind Complexity twined I'm not surprised I'm thinking knots My thoughts are always tangled (N)ever divined Exceeding, aligned Whatever that your life allots Illuminated, label-spangled Rolling uncomfortably off the tongue Jagged jumps in the logical sequence, each ladder rung Like attempting a word for the first time A stumble-filled climb, stuttering rhyme That unfamiliarity, uncertain what to call it Where to go to, where are the footholds? Precious as a wallet In which are put folds Intended for keeping, allowing transactions Between flitting ideas and passion Sometimes stolen in the midst of distractions And sometimes is the distraction in action
