For a while I'm calculating, cynical
and then my mind wanders
and I write poetry and read novels
though I never read romances.
Take that that how you will.
But I think my mind has returned to the latter phase
and that's left me to do some musing
about ideas
and words
and their importance
and I realized.
I used to think inaction was cowardly
but instead it can be the exact opposite
at times, doing nothing is the hardest thing I ever encounter
closing my eyes and letting out a sigh
replacing the serenity I momentarily lost
I hate being angry
and I hate when my hormones have more control over my actions
than I do.
The pros and cons of a whimsical mindset:
everything is so engaging to open eyes
and carefully calculated composure is lost
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