Restless

I am a mess
so much stress

no care to tress
no will to dress

no way to know
which way to go

cant stand still
cant move at will

cant think straight
cant lie and wait

want to think
think and blink
there I sink

time to spare
so much to care
what to share
pull my hair

so many threads
all over spread
to pick i dread
then they shred

back to square
good for wear
think I dare
ahead i stare

But for now
i am restless...