For words rush in, more than a few,
To strike a troubled mind,
That’s lost in thoughts, perplexing
No answer to reply.
No control, the wax and wane
Of emotional tidal waves,
No vest or buoy in this world
Around these thoughts can save.
For time can rush, and slow just as fast
To a pace much like rewind,
Not a compass or its dial,
To a peace, my thoughts can’t find.
