Dizzied Disorientation

Dissension often breeds decisions.

The mind often works in mutiny.

Thoughts don't always like their captain.

Even in this brutal mentality

The plank is not an option.

So sailing the seas

On the good ship

Loco Mente

We battle on valiantly.

Careful not to disrupt the balance

To an unrecoverable slant.

Yet pride interferes

With every attempt to calm the masses.

So what is their quarrel?

The captain stews as he stands

Hands continually slipping off the helm.

They scream for peace.

They scream for attention.

They scream for order.

And their screams create chaos.

But if the decision was truly his

There would be no crew.

So the vicious circle rotates on

Dizzied disorientation becomes the norm.