Oh emotion

Why must reason succumb?
Is there something beyond?
Or just synapses gone haywire.
Which to trust,
which to deny?
Is there compromise?

I am distracted.
I turned onto a freeway offramp today.
You've got to try it at least once,
or so I told myself.
Emotion!
Can't you wait for more opportune moments
to instigate confusion?

My friend's mother died recently.
She had a dream about icy tunnels
and choices she had no control over.
It played into my frenzy;
coinciding irrationality.

It's hard ro concentrate.
I feel like a teenager again,
raging hormones inspired by traumatic whirls of unreasonable thought.
Does it stop?
Do I want it to?
What is life without chaotic foibles?

Is the pain worth feeling,
even for eventual release?
It must be, else I'd turn it off.
Let myself slide into apathy.
Unfeeling hate.
Yet I linger,
savoring my agony?

So oft I discourage my own emotions.
Turn it off.
Only the facts matter.
Put it in context!
There is no universal suffering.
But, again, why?

Why god(s) why?
I don't need to ask.
It's all here.
I feel the release already.
Thank you muses,
for restoring my equlibrium.
I had but to tell it to the pen.

sidenote: I'm feeling the blues in the night, just click on my userpic and hear.