It's not that words are not revolving within my head
On an endless merry-go-round they twirl about
The ride never ends but continues to spin
Day in, day out
Into the darkest hours of night
Sorting them out seems troublesome
Sometimes so overwhelming a task, I choose to not even bother
Instead I allow the merry-go-round
To continue its journey
Its endless motion
Round and round it goes
Spinning, making me dizzy with thoughts
Words mixed up, jumbled together
Forming partial sentences
Making little sense
I recognize the fact that I have all the words up there
But choosing the correct ones and correct order seems impossible
I can find one or two...but the third and fourth escape my grasp
They choose instead to continue their own ride
Spinning round and round in my head
Focusing long enough to capture a complete thought
Without it being intercepted with other thoughts
Seems too exhausting
So I don't even bother
Instead I sit
My head a swirling, twirling mishmash
Of words and thoughts unspoken
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