Toils of the mind
Sometimes I wish I knew more
Understood the difference between
To much and to little
Sometimes when to cut bait and run
I am faced with that decision
To cut bait or to stand tall
My mind toils, dances, and spins
Around and around in unneeded circles
Dizzy is my way of movement
Staggering
Silliness
My mind still flooded
The land of my sea
The owner of my soul
I need to do something
Make some move
To solve the problem
At hand
Which is I don’t know what to do
To try and move myself under these terms
Stand under these fires is a real problem
Ask and dance, stand and power
To a favor use a favor until the toil ends
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