The mind is traveling on it's own
West to South, North to East
It's traveling miles from one side to the other

Thoughts are spinning around
Like a rocket getting out of control
Up and down, right to left

Ideas are popping up
Just the same as a mole pops up to look above ground
Bending backwards over, almost inside out

That little blackhole full of things
It won't rest, it won't sleep
Not when it is in need
In need of space
To think, to be free
To be floating around the earth
Like a hot air balloon