Standing static in the confusion of my thoughts
Jammed and congested by its colliding and repelling signals
Dissatisfied by their directions leading to chaotic madness
I remain static fearing to ride any thought given by my disturbed mind
Yet my mind argues that being static invokes confusion.
In the mist of all what to come would I be able to fog out any confusion?!
A circle in a circle in a circle where does it start, when would it end, are just an addition to the yet so expanding wave of confusion.