Carry me through my day,

emotions I cannot define.

Oh I feel their bottling presence

in every gasp

of silent revelation.

What comes to me as simple

creates complexity,

a shadow of myself,

lost inside personal scrutiny.

I wonder about exposure,

if it is me,

deep in my head,

or the truth to my own

self-deprecation.

How necessary is it

crosses my mind,

throughout the movement of my day.

I wander alone,

having no buffer

to temper my hold,

wishing for a day,

I may step out

and appreciate the world around me,

rather than the course,

weighs down my humanity.