mind move

mind move

my mind is working up something
silently, secretly, subconsciously
i feel it
stirring, brooding and looping around
it´s reaching out for things unknown
while a surging, searching urge for change
challenges what I thought to know so well

fear grabs hold of what has been
blurring the sight of what could be
so consciously i find myself in
confused bits of a shattered reality

no wisdom helps me now
nor what I was taught in school
nor good advice

no.

what
i
need
is
a
mental
broom
and
glue
to paste
together
the
puzzling
fragments
of
what
my
subconscience
throws
up