Disharmony of Reflection

It is only in the

Disharmony of reflection,

When distraction of thought,

With the merest of infractions,

Can wreak

Such a major

Dissolution of resolve,

That your own song,

Will change so abruptly,

From gentle ballad,

To the formlessness

Of rage,

Against the unknown

And little understood.

How does such a thing

As internal regulation

Be so dependent.

The mood of life,

So rendered,

By the subtleties of

Consideration.

The unconscious drift,

From one moment to the next.

Dependent on something

So indistinct an abstraction

As thinking.

When so much is said

And forgotten

Before a thought is formed.

And in the space

Of one question,

New worlds are created,

Histories written and portrayed.

Reputations destroyed

With just

The raising of an eyebrow.

Or in the heavy weight

Of just one, burdened glance,

Humiliation strikes.

The hot flush of flustered

Blush,

Can bring chaos

To the fore,

Make impediments

Out of opportunity,

When no one

Else can see a problem,

Or really care, just you.

So keep your focus

On the task in hand.

There is plenty of time,

It is not yet,

Too late.

All you need to understand,

Is keep things simple,

Easy, sweet and gentle,

Keep on moving

And never, ever,

Over complicate.