A Contemplation

Concentration eludes me, Irritation gripes me;

Shackling my inner self,

Restraining my instincts...

I seek to digress, endeavour to divert;

Hope for attention to hold, for botheration to dissipate;

But to no avail...it reappears - an egress; baffling and flummoxing me...

Avoiding and skirting, never an alternative, even if available...

Confrontation and face-off, breaking my veneer time and time over...

I desire for a change, I plead for a shift;

Beg for the yins and rave at the yangs...

And then amidst the melee, I sense strangeness enveloping;

I question my actions, excogitate over my deeds...

Am I a coward or am I intrepid?

Or am I just being what nature intended me to be...a fallible human?