Sinusoidal days

A moment of clarity

A sign of progress

My mind flutters with heated alacrity

With symbols I can't repress

"What is it that you were saying?"

Hold on but wait

What is this nagging feeling

My initial action has turned into hate

Herein are the lurking sirens

That disrupt and get in our way

I erase all the work that I had filled in

Welcome to our sinusoidal days