Endless

Endless is the word that best describes my thought process
There's no set time that I allow my mind to rest
As I sit at my desk jumbled thoughts roam around in my head
Pushing and kicking to escape so that they may be read
How wasted would these thoughts be if I up and decided to go to bed
Ignoring the urge for a late night release
The type of release that'd finally give my brain some peace

My mind is in a constant state of perpetual motion
Even as i sit here wishfully sipping at this alcoholic sleep potion
Limitless, yet limited only by my diction
Thoughts all based on reality and truth... not fiction
At this point its hard, if not impossible to change what has become my tradition
I can never allow myself to submit to indecision
To do so would be counter productive to my mission
Leaving me trap in this mental prison


-tides

Reviews

[Jennifer Marie Theresa ..]

So many people find themselves unable to think due to your mind working at top speed...a sudden idea..days events? Your poem tells us that we are not alone. I love the ideas written and the diction used. There is inspiration in waking hours as well as night =]