The Complex Mind Poem by Nicola Forde

Train of distraction,
Web of thought,
ever expanding, ever changing.
Small wonders engulfing the mind and destroying every last particle of concentration.
worries eating into our heads,
tearing the web,
ripping all sense to shreds and setting new paths for distraction to travel.

Success and revolution crash through distraction,
leaving no trail behind and repairing every last broken seam,
until the web is perfect once again.


Nicola Forde 2008