topsy turvy
upside down
thoughts in my head
are spinning ‘round
each one stays
only a second or two
i think i need
some super glue
to make them stick
to make them stay
i can’t hold on
but hey,
everyone’s a little crazy, right?
everyone has this terrible blight:
thoughts that spin
and won’t hold still?
thoughts that circle
against your will?
sometimes, i’d give anything
to make them pause
but i think i’m fighting
some natural laws
that govern me
i just wanted you to see
the cyclone that is my mind
so please, be kind
because
the placid face you see
is a false representation of me
circling, circling
so unkind
this chaotic prison
that is my mind
i’m trapped in here
with just myself
if only i had
a sturdy shelf
a place to rest
these restless thoughts
i’ve begged and plead
and desperately sought . . .
relief
relief
relief
