Turning My Brain Off
I'm sorry, I can't fall asleep.
My head keeps spinning.
Under every brain cell is a new lyric,
A new mood,
A new genre of music,
A new version of life.
I can't contain my thoughts.
I can't compact my fears.
Even through holy prayer,
I can't figure out the directions which my emotions steers.
Lyrics run rampant in my skull.
Bashing and crashing against the rock-hard bone.
Hoping to get through and open everything up.
I can't wait until this storm is over.
Maybe then I'll be able to see the sunshine.
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