My brain won't stop the flow,
Of thoughts so endless,
And there's nothing I can think of,
Nothing that can mend this,
And all creativity stops dead,
At the broken levee in my head,
I have eagerness of heart,
Yet no way to force this art,
I find myself lost again,
In this vast sea of over thinking,
Where thought is in constant streams,
Though my tired eyes keep blinking,
My head is lacking dreams,
Yet my energy is sinking,
While this wily hurricane travels,
I find that my psyche unravels,
And leaves me in a pile,
At the feet of the morning light,
After accumulated worries kept me,
Company all night.
