The Stir Within
	Twisting in my skin Thoughts collide as I begin Thankful slumber is far away I can not shut my mind down from the day Captured by my will and desire Free myself and go much higher Never will my soul rest Blackness of my thoughtful quest Bring around my conscious self Mental stability escapes my health Darkest thoughts take me deeper Rambling will fights the reaper Sick and disturbed labeled by some My mind won’t obey on the run Tap the wellspring in my soul Keep the momentum on a roll Close my eyes to see the sun My fingers scurry with the gun Bring my view to life Must contend with my inner strife Beckons me are the voices No longer can I ignore the choices Tell the tale that I see Then perhaps my mind will let me be. -Peter Wilson ©2006 Wilson Ernst Enterprises. All rights reserved.