Tangled Thoughts

I feel my mind must look like this more often than not

Twisted, tangled, running in random directions

More than a little chaos and confusion

Questions, doubts, racing, turning in circles

 

That bright spot with a bit of light

On occasion is where I stop and think of you

Not for long as I don’t want to give myself a chance to doubt

That you ever think of me

 

2016-03-16T03:09:18+00:00