The Fickle Mind

Dancing from thought to thought,

I am lost in a fickle haze.

Shifting through the motions,

Tangles of ideas expand.

Release me from their call.

Abiding interruptions,

Countless fluctuations,

Tiresome ruminations.

I cannot seem to grasp them,

One diverting me from the other,

Nesting in my ever-changing mind.