in circles my thoughts wander
without purpose or direction
aimlessly they thread themselves
in and around my actions as
would be the behavior of a snake
if one were here... doubting
my own analogies, I step from
one metaphor to another,
not sure what to find or not,
although something must
bear the fruits of my labors
otherwise, all is for naught.
in lock step my dreams wrap
themselves around the nearest
convenience, hoping for some
kind of balance to this life, we
have been cast into like bees.
hearts and souls long for a
little restitution but receive not
the slightest raised eyebrow.
we are without purpose or any
meaning yet we strive because
that is all we know to do here.
May 22, 2025
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