My Foggy Clear Mind

Thoughts in my head, not always so clear.
Round and round, they mix with fear.
I think, wondering, and oh do I dream.
Then, sometimes, I’m afraid I’ll scream.
 
The worry it flies, like a bat in the night.
Panic creates doubt, causing me fright.
And yet, other moments…I am serene.
Nothing. And no one, can shake my routine.
 
Great ideas flutter, as little butterflies.
They dart, dashing, they energize.
My spirit and soul, oh, I can see
Where I am, and who I should be.
 
My thoughts erratic, covering such range.
Proud insecurity, unbending change.
I’m unsure, and wonder, if the fog in my head,
Is it greatness growing, or maybe, just something to dread.