Sink

Let the thought bore in,
Inside every crack and crevice.
Don’t fight its flowing flood,
Don’t think you should be jealous.
It’s gnawing, burning pain.
Is shaping new dynamics.
It’s swallowing whole dimensions.
It’s planting something organic.
No, this time’s not different,
And yes, someone planned it.
Just because you’re unrealistic,
Means little for your submission.
Waves of change are coming,
Even though some aren’t running.
Tilt your head, calm your mind,
You’ll begin to hear the drumming.