Cogitation

This head is continually exercised, The straining of the intellect, The wearying of my limbs The waves of thoughts rushing like a volcano. The glimmering of my eyes, The flights of imagination, I vex the brain to unravel mysteries I provoke my heart to go down into depths too deep I speak to myself like a lunatic, I rush to my desk repeating sustained thoughts. Words are the tools. Sometimes too heavy I dare not say, I weave them together and cared less for criticism. There are depths I cannot reach, There are heights I cannot climb. The mind is like an ocean too deep, There are dark alleys, There are beams and rays Oh! this cavernous profundity.