Ebb and Merrily Row

I’m not a logical pattern to be studied,

nor a scientific formula to follow.

There’s a reckless rush to my ways,

an emotional river,

as I am a deep sea giver.

Consistency does not always broadcast itself in me,

no, not the way I’d dream to see.

A birds-eye view of my own jungle jam,

it would only light a fire, that I’d prefer to ban.

Don’t worry about my ebb and merrily row,

repairing my brokenness, is something I’m learning about as I go.