There is no catalyst needed
When the warnings they aren’t headed
And your mind creates a smelter
Where there isn’t any shelter

Anticipation is frustration
Loneliness is just sedation
When your mind needs elevation
In the search of new narration

Frustration turns to anger
When your soul is in the hanger
And your mind begins to wrestle
To contain it in a vessel

A Random act of kindness
Gives rise to sudden blindness
And your mind just wants to nestle
But the vessel is no trestle

The chemicals of emotion
Churned up like in the ocean
Giving rise just to the notion
That you’re sick of all the motion

A strange desire to lose control
To toss the oars and stop the row
Just then your mind it fills with glory
That only serves to deepen the story