Deluded to Delusions

Diversions galore, double-dealings I explore.

Interruptions abound as I have so many places to go.

Stewing over again and again, creates ruminations in my head.

Thither to whither while I continue to dissipate full of distract.

Racing in circles, or is it a round pond, to a straight line full of disruption.

Agitation ensues to stay aflutter except for that one I agonize in need to do.

Crooked delusions amass in my cocked head which is my world.

Tangled webs of delusion, to create my truth-filled vision.

Intrusions of my own non-intent insidiously creep to my door.

Obstructions to my goals, as I have no focus to go deep below.

Now is the time, glorious gods of nothing no more.