Busy lines like freeways crisscrossing each hand
Determining the trajectory of where life will land
Sometimes I clench my fist and change its course
Sometimes going with the flow is my only recourse
Busy thoughts traversing the mindscape in a scurry
Adding pressure to accomplish to do lists in a hurry
Sometimes I plant new ideas in the mind to germinate
Most dash into expectations along the way and terminate
Busy dreams consciously scampering past practicalities
They know if they dare to breathe they become realities
Sometimes I endeavor to bring one of them to life
Sometimes I sell them cheaply to balance the strife
Busy emotions sorting confusions avoiding Machiavelli
Everybody seeks them out they can’t be available for free
Sometimes I let them out from the confines to explore
Sometimes they come back badly injured at the core
Busy memories attempting to recall several tiny details
Putting the color of saying to events when all else fails
Sometimes I can recall the best of them unambiguously
Sometimes I leave out the unpleasant ones quietly
Busy fingers grasping thin air relations testing their mettle
Tactics and tricks that people play take proportions of a battle
Sometimes I catch the straws and try to make a castle
Sometimes the wind is not so kind and spoils my tassel
Busy stories trying to find a buyer a dreamer a reality
Made up in somebody’s imagination challenging sanity
Sometimes I look back on mine and wonder if its authentic
Sometimes I wonder whose story it was that did the trick