In A Fit Of Madness

A kind of madness grips me

I am unable to choose, offer or reject

The moments that are rapidly flying by

I am unable to chase

Instead

I feel like stretching on the floor

Extend all my limbs taut and then roll into a ball

I have to master this spring action

I want to be the watch spring that shows

The passage of time and lets me read the moments

That is rapidly flying by, and I need not give a chase

The Moon spots exist

Why do they exist no one knows

A scrubber used to erase them would clean

The surface of the Moon to get a better shine

Or use the heat of the sun to burn the dark spots

Once more, I am required to choose

I cannot decide because I am out of my mind

Roaming in space unchecked

I have yet to sip the tea I prepared

With ginger and honey

To ease my breathing and clear my lungs

Perhaps you do not know

I can be lightly mad or mad

But not wholly mad

I am that clever you know