Turmoil

 

Where is this long winding road leading me

with treacherous bends, ravines and dense forests

views unparalleled, but to where am I headed?

Like some floundering vessel unable to keep on an even keel

a compass haywire, no north or south in sight

Sometimes I am constant and steady

the pantry is full and stability reigns

Then everything is thrown into confusion and chaos

These traumas stem from the heart

an enticing invitation, perhaps a trap

but am I being driven, if not riven?

Irresistable, absorbed by sheer desire and passion

The pace quickens, the heart beats faster

things are dropped, broken and mislaid

A quandry invades the depths of my being

no order can be restored, no view in sight

There is a head long rush which little can abate

Common sense goes out into a window box

Reason commited to the deep freeze

What will come of all this? 

To where am I headed?