For years my mind has changed like the direction of the wind.
One day I'm headed North; flowing, singing; no care in the world.
The next day my breeze turns South.
My mind caught up in a dangerous whirl.
Tornados, thunder storms- rainy days and nights.
I struggle to win, my mind's bloody fights.
Some days I am so sure of the direction that I choose.
The next day, fear and emptyness make me lose.
I lose my friends, family, and soon after my mind.
I realize shortly that my worst enemy is time.
Never sufficing moments when I need more;
and seeming to drag on in moments of saddness and bore.
Insanity is known well in this mind of mine.
I sometimes don't know where or when to draw the line.
Days when the sun decides to come out and shine,
I drift happily for a moment and then sadden at the thought of it's end.
Why ruin the moment for myself?
Questions I have yet to answer.
I am my own enemy at times, creating tornados that destroy.
I tear down my own joy.
Love foolishly and play with my heart like it's a toy.
Then pick myself back up and bring a pleasant breeze.
It make's no sense, do I have a disease?
A new direction today. East.
Time to see where this will take me... time...