Turmoil in the brain 

An audacious attempt to convey

The imagined, left unrealized.

 

But to interpret the abstract, 

To navigate the storm

Involves a common talent.

 

One we all possess,

That of a thoughtful willpower

To reflect is to progress.

 

And we each learn 

We gain perspective through paper

An art expressed in one's own mind.

 

So this maelstrom medium

Poetry, a tumultuous ride

Of retrospection,

 

May be whirling

But guiding us 

To a teeming future of direction.