When the emotions were so frenzied that they spilled out of my mind
And I furiously typed to sort my thoughts
It was cathartic and it showed me I could create something of my own
Yet now I'm left with cobwebs and stress and
I'm alone
You'd think that this is progress, though progress it may be
But after all the chaos now I am left alone with me
Progress is an ambiguous term
Less thoughts give way to more thoughts and so on