My mind is racing.
Racing all over
Thoughts are ridiculous,
coming faster and faster.
But what do I do with all of the thoughts that fall through?
Do I just toss them aside or look at them later?
I don’t know how that’s possible,
being that later never comes.
So then what do I do with all of the extra thoughts that pile up?
Just a thought.
Oh no, not another one, here they come,
they never stop.
Buried deep now,
under all of this thought!?
I wish this brain would stop.
Let me off and just be sane.
Is this part of the game?
Or shall I bleed these thoughts away.
Till each and everyone has drained.
Must I entertain, every single one of them?
Or can I rest my head, even when not in bed.
Lay my brain in the rain. Maybe the pain will wash away.
Feels like I may have sprang my brain.
So how do I repair it again?
Go and take a shower? Now no longer cowered.
Brain feels great. Time to take a break.
Been washed pure.
Now it’s time to be restored.
To the little girl that God has formed.
Amen