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.


Published by jenthefair

Go to my "this is me" section. You will read more than you ever wanted to know about me.

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