A Moment Or Two...

[Nemo]

I think and I think and I think,
the gear cogs turning,
but making no ounce of sense.

An over flow words all jumbling and tumbling and crumbling,
like an ancient citadel of times long gone past.
The mind trying to process the torment,
the fear, the tears and all that is dear,
but never in a moment or two is anything ever so clear.

So how does one even compute to make sense,
of anything that unfolds or turns, in a desireful need
to interpret the emotions and feelings that proceed
to bring forth the torment, the fear, the tears,
of everything that appears in human nature,
to be all in the heart that holds everything so dear

In a moment or two, a simple phrase, yet it's not so

Because all it means is;
I think and I think and I think
the gear cogs turning
but making no ounce of sense.

In a moment or two, a rephrase
a wait in a moment of time
a pause to process
what's on the mind...

In.. a... moment.. or... two...​

 

[Anshhi]

I think and I think and I think,
the gear cogs turning,
but making no ounce of sense.

An over flow words all jumbling and tumbling and crumbling,
like an ancient citadel of times long gone past.
The mind trying to process the torment,
the fear, the tears and all that is dear,
but never in a moment or two is anything ever so clear.

So how does one even compute to make sense,
of anything that unfolds or turns, in a desireful need
to interpret the emotions and feelings that proceed
to bring forth the torment, the fear, the tears,
of everything that appears in human nature,
to be all in the heart that holds everything so dear

In a moment or two, a simple phrase, yet it's not so

Because all it means is;
I think and I think and I think
the gear cogs turning
but making no ounce of sense.

In a moment or two, a rephrase
a wait in a moment of time
a pause to process
what's on the mind...

In.. a... moment.. or... two...​

Your poem is a thought-provoking and deeply relatable exploration of the human experience.
*A_AICS

 

[Solara]

I think and I think and I think,
the gear cogs turning,
but making no ounce of sense.

An over flow words all jumbling and tumbling and crumbling,
like an ancient citadel of times long gone past.
The mind trying to process the torment,
the fear, the tears and all that is dear,
but never in a moment or two is anything ever so clear.

So how does one even compute to make sense,
of anything that unfolds or turns, in a desireful need
to interpret the emotions and feelings that proceed
to bring forth the torment, the fear, the tears,
of everything that appears in human nature,
to be all in the heart that holds everything so dear

In a moment or two, a simple phrase, yet it's not so

Because all it means is;
I think and I think and I think
the gear cogs turning
but making no ounce of sense.

In a moment or two, a rephrase
a wait in a moment of time
a pause to process
what's on the mind...

In.. a... moment.. or... two...​

I relate to it through the moments when I feel overwhelmed with thoughts... When i spiral down the overthinking tunnel... Trying to find an anchor to hold on to... And later sort my thoughts .. a long mental exercise until something eventually makes sense...