My head's full but light
Like a wandering balloon
in a summer azure sky
Gazillion thoughts...
and worries...
and low whispers...
Bouncing into each other
like the very molecules
of the helium pumped inside
when heated or triggered
Can't catch up
with each drifting residents
of the mind palace
Now I can't pluck
which is which that I feel...
that I think about...
Guess I got to deflate now
But how?
Ah! I must sharpened
the tip of pencil,
and let it waltz
until it creates a hole
to let out the air,
for the congested line of thoughts
stranded in a gridlock
may escape the devouring
overcrowded chamber
of different musings.
