chaotic bingo hall

Uncertainty
riddles my logical, planning mind
as though I were in a bingo hall
watching the balls fly about
in the plastic container beside the person with the microphone.
Who knows which one will come out next?
One can only hope for what they need.

Flying around in the transparent container
I see chaos, I feel chaos.
Endless possibilities with unlimited sequences.

All I can do is wait,
marker poised,
to hear the next step blare through the sound system.

emotions from a wild mind

Taking control over me
they have climbed into the driver’s seat
to steer off in a new direction
deviating so far from where I was
and wanted to stay.
Emotions
turned free from a wild mind
to cause mayhem and disrupt the planned route,
pushing me to the cliff’s edge
without my feet ever touching the ground.

Too far to turn back around,
I cannot jump back on to the ledge
once I descend in air,
so I fall
and drag you with me.

If only I could take a firmer hold of the wheel
and stay in the lane,
I would.