Workings of My Mind

Keep going,

Don’t stop thinking

About this, about that

About everything.

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.