My mind is racing
Racing around it won’t 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
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