So many thoughts come up to play

With my insight so relayed

Onto what costs me the most energy

I sit confused

Often infusing what can

Test me

Am I sincerely at trust

With who I am

Or Do I rest in such

Desire of what could be

So much at my hands

And how do I land

In a fraction of a matter

As if to only hold onto

A portion of what absorbs my passions