My head is like a sponge on a swivel.
I look, I see, I hear, I smell.
I can close my eyes to the world in a
I can cover my ears and block the noise,
I can hold my breath and smell nothing.
But I cannot stop my thoughts, my thoughts
Not unstoppable like an admirable passion
which blasts threw adversity and challenge like toy soldiers,
But unstoppable like a broken record, keeps
repeating over and over and over until you are sick of it. But I have forgotten
or maybe I have never known how to stand up and turn it off.
Like a herd of dull philosophers and
ignorant drunks stuck in a room forced to make words all day.
I am not thinking. My mind is running of
its own accord.
Have you listened recently?, have you heard
what you are thinking?,
Like a pestilent spoilt child screaming, we
try and ignore but it is not the solution and the words do not go away.
Written By Tim