Double Click

It’s like a double take, a double click,
When you’re thinking one thing, an instant past you think different,
I can win now I can’t,
And I’m stunned from the change in the supposed, self made plans,
The passion previous to the change, dust, and
The ideas that switch sides, every day, switching swishing tides,
Are the pressing struggles,

I want to be better, at this, this thought conveying process,
And once I thought, that I wouldn’t be this,
This last night’s nightmare,
Terror to myself,
Or just new? Still getting used to

My life being a double take, and a prolonged day of changed minds,
And when I switched, to the thought of peace,
A crash of tumbling boxes cracked open my head,
And out spilled ideas, that were red with gore,
And the very look of them, was revolting,
That is what I thought, of myself, and the world,

Before that double click,
Before that double take thought.