I’m so sorry if I’ve wandered

I am so far from my point

I’m just tangents and digressions

That are aching at the joints

I am a lengthy run-on sentence

I make the rules up as I go

My mind is full of seeds I’ve planted

But all the weeds have overgrown

At times I’m tangled in the brambles

Trapped in the thickets of my mind

Faint dappled light dances around me

The dark and I are intertwined

My train of thought’s a locomotive

And it barrels down the tracks

No end in sight on its horizon

Sometimes it slips right through the cracks

It’s like a snowball on a mountain

Starting small and gaining speed

My mind’s momentum is relentless

Rarely remembering to breathe

I am a flurry of intentions

I’m a dichotomy, at best

Between the two ends of all spectrums

I am careening

I confess

And despite this wayward journey

That my mind drags me along

I’m seeking shelter in connections

Forever longing to belong