My mind raced with thought and possibilities and methods and problems and in the midst of all the voices and questions, I suddenly found myself answering back:

'My mind, your soul,
Thoughts are spilling down my spine,
Give time, give patience,
These ideas, they aren't mine,

Please go to bed,
My engine, core existence,
Before I leave my head,
It rattles with insistence,

The whirlpool of connections,
Conscience sinking in its wake,
I've half a mind to drown you,
You won't give, you only take.'