I sit here, exhausted from a night of doing nothing
But for me, stillness is the hardest endeavor
The exertion of mental strength so uncontrollable
The tire overflows mind and is expelled through body
My body is weary from thought

I distract myself with mediocre activities
In hopes of dulling down my thought process
Which is more a rebellion in fact
As the thoughts rebel chaotically
With no apparent process to their stream

As I try to tell myself to focus
The commands mix into the storm already there
A whirl of letters pass my eyes in a haze
As if a speed game of scrabble completely injust
I attempt to forfeit but in vain

So stupidity comes to my rescue
With idle games and ample liquor
To lull mind into a dazed state
Vocabulary escapes and knowledge takes rest
Tonight I am a desperate fool