Trapped in a glass case of emotion Thoughts refracting and reflecting Like light through this crystal lens Split into the spectrum And rain like razor blades on reason Count the dots as quick as you can Those line will soon be broken Remember the patterns To progress between the cycles Then shatter the prism of then mind
This poem is meant to describe how it feels for me to process my thoughts. Line one is my favorite line for the movie Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy and depicts how my thoughts become trapped by what I obsess over. The rest of the stanza alludes to how my thoughts break apart until they are so small it feels like I cant focus. The following four lines indicate how I pull my thoughts together. For example when trying to focus outside of my obsession I need to think swiftly and assemble as much as I can before my mind drifts. It’s a pattern of picking up where I left off until the task is completed. The final line is meant to allude to not only how my thought are easily separated, but how my mind can feel like a prison I created for my self.