Circles of Logic

waking up in the morning
before feeling fully rested
unable to return to soft spaces of slumber
as the brain clicks on
moving forward and backward and forward again

the clock ticks on

pondering life's dichotomies
twisting around in circles of logic
forgetting origins of thought born
misguided attempts to discover answers
to questions no longer defined

the clock ticks on

thoughts of import float by barely within grasp
escaping the definitive boundary of knowledge
hopes of time standing still
to reach blissful moments of solidity
shattered to pieces as

the clock ticks on

circles of logic interrupted by thoughts
stealing moments of everyday activities
endeavors to permeate subconscious efforts to define
elusive comprehension runs farther away
as mind returns to the light of dawn

the clock ticks on

circles of logic release the mind
with a little sadness and longing
knowing it will return again
reaching a little closer to answers clear
to questions that will be defined