I am having trouble keeping my thoughts straight
I can’t sleep and I don’t want to try yet
My mind is pulling in a million different directions as my fingers stay frozen
My musings are a thousand wild horses fleeing from a fire of coherency

I try to write about insanity and how overrated it is
My fingers itch at the thought of someone who invades my dreams
I want to tell you about a space pirate named Delliria but the words don’t form

I’d like to try my hand at fan-fiction but I remember I hate it
I imagine writing about a strange hostage situation but the ideas refuse to meld
I’ve been wanting to write about a grafitti gang but they ran away from me
My mind tries to follow the story of an orphanage but I hit a hard wall

I go around and around until my head hurts from the fleeing thoughts
The whispers of muses I let fall on deaf ears since they are in a foreign language
I sigh and lean back with a sense of confusion and despair
And I stretch painfully and write this frustrated and tired train of thought.