My Mind Wanders

To no end

and with no sign of where to begin

my mind wanders

around preverbal circles

made up of imaginary numbers and words

numbers and words that do their best

to be the best of intentions

imaginary inventions

built inside instincts

and conventions

held to the highest degree

360 degrees

my mind wanders

around this circle of reality

trying to find the perfect place to fit

this square of emotional confusion

bending and breaking

squeezing and taking

every ounce of energy in the making

from every side

and every corner

until i'm cornered

cornered inside this circle

of a wordless reality

that splits me down the middle

creating the emotionless duality

i see staring up, down and around me

every second of every day

with timeless punctuality

inundated from the outside

with no hope to get it out of me

no hope to get it out of me

and no hope to get it back in

inside the circle

my mind wanders around

wandering to no end...

and no sign of where to begin