Endless thinking..thinking.. thinking.. thinking.. thinking
****** this is how thinking can far, far, too often feel
as if one's poor head is spinning around and around
or as if one's a poor dizzy gerbil imprisoned in a wheel
it's as if one's poor old mind is far too full of thoughts
with far more crowding in on it than they really ought
And, why, oh why, to further blight one's piteous plight
does thinking far too often plague one very late at night
for when one's about to drop off into much-needed sleep
come silly sneaky little thoughts suggestive and too deep
That's why if I am struggling to settle down late at night
I save myself from going crazy and lots of poems write!
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
Endless thinking..thinking.. thinking.. thinking.. thinking
****** this is how thinking can far, far, too often feel
as if one's poor head is spinning around and around
or as if one's a poor dizzy gerbil imprisoned in a wheel
it's as if one's poor old mind is far too full of thoughts
with far more crowding in on it than they really ought
And, why, oh why, to further blight one's piteous plight
does thinking far too often plague one very late at night
for when one's about to drop off into much-needed sleep
come silly sneaky little thoughts suggestive and too deep
That's why if I am struggling to settle down late at night
I save myself from going crazy and lots of poems write!
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