To Find New Place To Wonder and Hide

My mind is racing Racing around it won’t stop Cant stop I have to write I can feel the words pressing agents my brain Yet when I lay pen to paper the words don’t want to come out They go running Hiding a child caught up in childhood games…. Come out come out were ever you are?.... I can’t sleep my mind wont shut off So I smock to easy the fear that keeps my words from sneaking out Yet it just makes my eyes itch and my tong turn cotton So I’m stuck with my head between my knees trying to rock away the Nashua that is my stomach The words are just a bluer my hand can’t keep up They don’t even know were the paper starts So I’m sitting curled up while the world spins around me Like when I was a kid at the park playing with the Worley-winds Around and around Yet it is not the world around me that is spinning It is the world with in my head A land I didn’t even know about This must be the place were Eleanor resides at This must be why everything is a bluer I have to be reborn So to say For am I not a fetus The sky is gray I can see it now as clear as day That hazy gray of rain Yet now I must think were is it that I lay? A bead perhaps? Beneath sky of gray That can’t be right Yet For Eleanor Perhaps that is the best part Sitting up I see fog hugging low to the trees But not Tree trees More like Dr. Seuss trees Could it be? Yes, yes it seems I see clearly On my feet For this was a bead! Time to explore this new place I am in So I must abide you faire well And encourage that you take time To look for new place with in your mind as well