Topple Waffle

Your mind is not a house of cards. Set to collapse at the faintest hint of a breeze. Falling apart  every time an unwelcome thought threatens to rear its ugly head. No, you're not so fragile.

But sometimes that inner monologue can seem contrived. You liken it to an elaborately set up labyrinth of dominoes. Tip one over and the mosaic unfolds. Thoughts trigger thoughts trigger thought after thought. One follows the other in a strictly successive fashion. 

And when the wheels are set in motion, You know exactly where this train is headed. And you know you don't want to go. But you're a helpless captive, dragging yourself along the way. So here we go again.