Sometimes I rely too much on feelings.
Reeling in the emotions that swarm and swirl and make me dizzy.
Busy-ness taking up time instead of confronting my true nature.
Captured by controlling desires to always know what comes next.
Perplexed and crumbling in the cross-hairs of worry and furiously second-guessing every move.
Searching to prove my status among the successful and stressed beyond awareness of the others around me.
"Belief makes things real, makes things feel, feel alright."
But tonight, I wander, I worry, I wonder...
Will I ever find a way to know contentment without complacency?
"stay away from these rocks, they'll be a walking disaster."
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