Lost In The Noise

Helter-skelter run around the endless face of a clock.
What stands here does not mean that it’s what you’ve got.
Mark territory with a stream that might not remain.
So much could still be banished by a stain.
Wrap tendrils and press a world to the chest.
Run the thread through everything that’s best.
Can’t shift how things have been perceived.
When is it my payment will be received?

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context; maybe I’m a friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Rocking horse that swings from the left to the right.
Things still standing might not really lead to a source of light.
Confusion consumes and invades on all fronts.
Let me engage in the numerous blood hunts.
Cause busy is code for sitting on my tod,
And to be truthful its starting to look odd.
It’s as if I’ve been sentenced to stay on my own.
Like a chastised dog who did relentlessly moan.

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context maybe I’m friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Merry-go-round inverted and without a brake.
All of these fragments here I wish to forsake.
Patterns like scriptures scratched onto wood.
Can I say that any are actually good?
Feelings suggest I should exclaim no.
About what I feel I do not really know.
For these are words that have entered the room.
I don’t want them to be the start of my doom.

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context maybe I’m friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.