In my heart I know that in reality, I am in control.

But in my mind of fantasy, I feel compelling forces.

Tugging with such might, I begin to tail spin, lost.

Unable to bring myself back to centre, held in limbo.

Fighting equilibrium, giving in, because of dizziness.

Voices within my head, compounding my quandary.

Barks of do this, no, do that, where do they come from?

Delirium causing me to further question my sanity.

Held captive, until I place those shouted words on a page.

Wrestling with those persuasive, confusing chants.

Working them around, over and over, trying to make sense.

Until finally silence from within comes and vertigo retreats.

Knowing in my heart of hearts, that they will return again.

Haunting me, grabbing me, and again set my mind spinning.

Light-headedness taking over reality, balance again thrown.

Is this my therapy, or my sentence, for my curiosities?

Confused and dazed most of the time.

Reflections seen, really not cajole.

Drug toward a black hole, my plight.

Psyche under siege, locked in storm.

Forces, stronger than my self-control.

Spinning at nearly the speed of light.

Complexity seeming to be the norm.

Wondering, will life ever be in rhyme?