And a one, two, three—
Down rabbit holes, I follow my Thoughts
ticking off all my faults
seemingly never coming to a halt.
Andante—
Treading above waves of uncertainty
the ocean exhales forcibly.
My heart pounds steadily, artfully.
Crescendo—
The line tries to voice the rhythm,
echoes of an imperfect cadence
cannot play to fill the musical chasm.
Fortissimo—
Conductor of my orchestra
cannot direct if the musicians
refuse to perform in harmony.
Fermata—
I try to forget, to mend
Myself with bandages of chords
only to remember the motif again.
Repeat sign.