Pauses

I tend to be often blinded
I stop and start walking back
I forget what I exactly wanted
My reigns then slip and slack

An uneasiness perturbs me so
I get up quick with motives new
From time to time, hour to hour
I feel a new lease of power

But it lasts only some hours few
And settles deep into the dark
Like sediments in water soiled
It dies a death of  plans foiled

I wish to gain that command over me
So that I move continuously on
Do not stop at hurdles trivial
And do not cringe at problems menial

I wish to soar high above
With thoughts, dreams and wonders to view
I wish to write my history all
Without the pages missing true