These things above,
They float like a star,
In circles,
Eluding me,
They are what they are,

Shake my head all I want,
But they still remain,
And I grasp,
As if at straws,
To reclaim them again,

And sometimes succeed,
Though quite often not,
Left without focus,
Without meaning,
Lost in my thought,

Then wrought back to reason,
And straight in my mind,
I am productive,
And eloquent -
Can leave worry behind,

Alas all said and done,
I'm used to it now,
It's in the pain,
In the waiting,
I'll get by somehow.