Would it be restful or like the way it has been
Like a swirl of ideas hanging
While my head touches the pillow
and my thoughts reaches the *****
and tumbling down I go
Revolve around the world
In a brief here, there,
my thought scraps are everywhere
Gather me in the backpack
Throw me back in bed like a sack
I need it to be restful,
All I get are eye circles