Lost in one dimension: thought

this rusty attempt at a poem is inspired by reading "the Power of now".


me me me,
defending me,
completing me,
continuous seeking,
continuous conflict.
obessed by things,
filled up with things,
posessed by things,
in the grip of thoughts.
my attention is needed,
things need to be dealt with,
but deal with one thing here,
three more pop up there.
not alone for long,
not relaxed for long,
succesful one day,
miserable the next.