The Never-ending Mess

My mind’s a twirlin’
Tips and batters
I can see them dancing
Behind my eyes.
Not good nor bad
Mediocre racing
Of thoughts
That need some erasing.
In every corner
Trying to push the nonsense
Thoughts aside.
The filing system
Ideas, memories, and alike
Just laying out for all to see.
I need to regain some order
So my brain can think again
It took me a week to write a poem
And I have no clever way for it to end.
Please, oh, please, My Head, will you just clean up your mess?!


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