Abundance!

But an abundance of what?...

So much potential,

So many choices…. Oh my dear God.

Overwhelmed as I am,

I am losing my touch.

Losing myself in the labyrinth of my mind.

Caught in a web.

Stuck in a loop,

Possessed by my dread

Observing the sweet opportunities,

That could make me complete.

and they're passing me by.

If I could only clear the fog in my view.

Yet stuck are my feet.

Drenched in honey,

All the way up to my knees.

And as I am pulling and grabbing.

My hands are losing their grip.

Screaming and shouting.

Voiceless, as slowly I continue to sink.

The eternal habit of my panic.

Blurring the vision

Of God within me.

Rochus