My brain was turned on
The body refusing to work

After a night of trying to heal
The mind longing for the past

The sludge making moving impossible
The brain barely functioning

Now it runs miles
Every thought and idea
At the tips of my fingertips
So much to do
Little time to do it
Run
Don't think
Just

Hit the wall of exhaustion
After a few shots of espresso

But at least I got to move
Slightly better then before