Little Screws Inside My Head

Little Screws inside my head; some are tight and some are not. The looser one gets, the tighter the other holds and then my screws just don't know which way to go. There is an unseen clock that ticks inside my head; its small steps leave large imprints. What can I make of this clock and since when do clocks laugh? And why does this one insist on laughing at me?!? Its uneven hands point away from me and demands me to make moves when all I want to do is sit still and watch its performance. It thinks I don't know but when it thinks I'm not looking, that's when it spins away and all the hands dance with each other allowing things to happen that would never happen if I just sat there and stared at it. For with every tick was a laugh. And for every laugh I allowed the screws that I had control of to loosen and loosen. But as I loosened some screws, I had to tighten the rest. Like tuning a guitar and with the timer in the background, I keep tightening and loosening those screws until I get the right tune. And I'll keep tightening and loosening those screws until I get the right tune.