Brain Storm


I float in these ideas, mingled in turmoil.
Like waves breaking over a wall, I crash into my brain,
and hope not to fall.
Tossed and churned as the lighting strikes.
Back and forth my fight or flight.
In one ear and it drips out the other.
My next big idea consumes my desire.
Lost in this myre striveing to get higher.
The storm in my brain leaves lots to be desired.

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