Camouflage: Instability

Restlessness in the morning;
It wakes me up,
And sends tremors
Through me.

It’s like an itch
That makes me pace
My mind race;
It’s a kind of dissatisfaction.

I long to move
But don’t know where to go.
Is there something going on?
Or is this just a habit?

I decided to stop,
Hold still for a moment,
In a standing posture,
But then my restlessness vanished.

There was only
Tiredness and fogginess,
And a desire to rest.
How can this be?
What is happening here?

And then I sat,
And there it was again:
That irritating prickle,
From which I shrink.

This too came and went,
And then there was
Just breath,
But this was not the end.

Insistent intrusive thoughts emerged,
Followed by absorption in rumination
On various aspects of my situation,
Until I surfaced once more for the last few minutes.