Mind On Overdrive
Should I write, or should I chill.
I do this every night, and almost against my will.
Words swarm in. Poaring like rain.
I just want to drink my beer and relax, but they maintain.
How can you win, when the one you're fighting is you.
Either fight or except it, are my only options to do.
I love to write but sometimes I have nothing to say.
My mind on the other hand, has been telling me **** all day.
I've tried to ignore it, I've tried to look away..
But Every time I think I'm good. The opposite my brain will relay.
I know that it's good to vent, it's good to get some release..
But when can I stop thinking. So that I may get some peace.
Copyright © Joseph Bradshaw | Year Posted 2016
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