All these interests and energy,
How they wax and wane,
The only thing that'll never change,
Is how different I'll feel in a day.

Scrawling out the voice of my brain,
A court of thugs and cowards,
Each bloody and scratching,
Not one is ever lasting.

Call them by name,
The one we share,
I could paint you their face,
But you've seen them all before.

There's not so much a vote,
But a canvas left to team.

What multitudes I can contain,
No wonder I bulge and buckle,
I'm fatiqued and my focus is strained.

Wax and Wane

February 12, 2016