tempo

 
in tempo with my racing thoughts
I seek to console my soul
to no avail

little thoughtless feelings
full of rancor
insinuate their underlying sarcastic views
in an already volatile state of mind

I turn over the snide remarks my ego makes
and bend them
painting a smiley face on the obscure ideas
then present them as good
I don't think anyone is fooled

goblins of a dark nature make merry
insidious greed is grueling
and makes my monsters do acrobatics
stunts an already defunct mood is wary of

they then turn inward and attack me