three poles

When I am happy

The world is in motion
Stars align
I have all the time
small cogs grind
in grand design
We turn..

But, When I am grim

The whole world is my enemy
Me against it all
even wasps plot to get me

Baited traps around me
Clouds are out to wet me
A season of despair
For the fool and his conspiracy-
Sods law dictates

When I am manic-

Time is my tyrant
Running through my fingers
I must accelerate

Surrounded by meaning
I pause to pick the locks
observations beckon
Yelling me
connect the dots

The pace of thought wears down my mind
I pay the price in ache
A frame of mind to taste
but to dwell is wretched fate

listen