Oct 2015
it's way past my bedtime,
my thoughts running wild,
like the bees in the hive,
they are buzzing inside,
my head feels so heavy,
my eyelids weigh tons,
but my mind holds the whip,
so I still make the runs.
my thoughts running wild,
like the bees in the hive,
they are buzzing inside,
my head feels so heavy,
my eyelids weigh tons,
but my mind holds the whip,
so I still make the runs.
Literally feel like that and on the spot poem to put my thoughts into words
Who is actually in control? Inception, eh?
Who is actually in control? Inception, eh?
