Scramble

If I wasn't aware of pain
it wouldn't feel so damn good,
and since I've collected it for years
I am keen
to diversions presented,
that body
immaculately scented
pulling me
into a thought
that can't be prevented

It can be hard
to compete with the past,
some crazy times
with a joint and flask

Sarah MacLachlan
named an album
"Fumbling Towards Ecstasy"
and it used to be that way

opportunities offered
and so eager to sway

I know this train
of the mind
is all over the map,
am I poignant or venting
is it simply a trap?

I must question less
and just roll with the mood,
I've reached that key point
where there's not much to prove

I took this moment,
not sure what for,
but I guess it is time
that I tackle these chores