my head is swimming in a fog as thick as soup
as caffeine and a million ideas rush through my brain
the same thoughts turn and churn in loop after loop
it's no small wonder that I am not clinically insane
stain and paint and urethane
wood and paper and ink
black and red and brown
circles and lines; can't stop to blink
Chess pieces, Chinese calligraphy
repetitive rhythmic minimalism music
driving for hours through rain and rush hour
burning the candle with ever shortening wick
I need calm, tranquility, respite
a place to unwind and chill
solitude and peace and quiet
clear my head of this ill
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