Scrambled
Words repeating in my head
Incoherent
Thoughts just keep spilling
Untangling
Organizing so I can find
Some semblance
Of any type of real feelings
Come what may
And enjoy the day
For they say
Everything decays
So what if this is temporary
Permanence is an adversary
Cravings for the contrary
Teetering on the edge so wary
Peace of mind
In falling one way or the other
Faith in myself
Yet enough to fuel another
Chaotic inside
But I find serenity in the storm
Can't fault these thoughts
As they guide me to transform
