Don’t stop thinking
About this, about that
My mind is a constant.
It’s wheels constantly turning.
I try to stop it, keep it bottled up.
No one can handle what’s inside my head.
I try to deal with it,
Slow baby steps.
But my mind is a mystery, so I close the book instead.
Around and around again
Go the gears and the thoughts.
A chaotic sound disturbs the peace,
Like the out of rhythm ticking of a hundred thousand clocks.
A constant buzz of thought process.
A steady stream of imaginative excess.
I don’t want a total, voided silence,
I just wish the noise could be a little more quiet.