Poignantly, I avoid thinking.
The responsibility of thinking, the
Weight of thought一the pressure
on my skull is
well over 50 pounds.
I’m in need of a spotter.
Holy Spirit, watch out for me,
Keep me in your care.
I so often get lost…
一all the -oreticallies...
Transforming my brain waves into
an infinite loop of Maze,
Tailing questions endlessly,
Ever-circling yet never catching the answers.
Pretending to be trailblazers
of Original thought,
these deceivers loop and loop and loop一
I am constantly pushed to my limit;
Until the reps and weight are too much;
muscles are maxed out and sore.