Poignantly, I avoid thinking.

The responsibility of thinking, the

Weight of thought一the pressure

on my skull is

well over 50 pounds.

I’m in need of a spotter.

Holy Spirit, watch out for me,

Keep me in your care.

I so often get lost…

Metaphorically, theoretically

一all the -oreticallies...

Transforming my brain waves into

an infinite loop of Maze,

Tailing questions endlessly,

Ever-circling yet never catching the answers.

Tirelessly,

illogically,

aimlessly?

Pretending to be trailblazers

of Original thought,

these deceivers loop and loop and loop一

I am constantly pushed to my limit;

Until the reps and weight are too much;

muscles are maxed out and sore.