I
am
fuzzy,
all my thoughts
growing more and more
uncertain amidst the chaos.
Is it menopause? Or the times we live in? Or just
that I've been trying all too hard to do too much for too long for too many people?
I honestly can't tell the difference anymore,
especially with my head still
feeling like its full
of sundry
ideas
that
just
get
lost to
the stupor,
bogged down within the
murky swamp of all that dwells in
my mental landscape, the disparate concepts trying
to muddle their way through the muck to find some traction, some foothold, some way to relate
to the ever-burgeoning growth of information,
trying to discern true from false
in a world where too
much is the
only
sure
thing.
