Being on this side of my forehead,
Is a show that never ends.
360 views of the forest through the trees,
Not to mention, precision cuts of the stuff dished out throughout,
Just another day . . .
By people who are of a different personality type -
Who are less likely to give a second thought to my in-digestion.
Too sensitive, perceptive, empathic –
That’s good until you ache,
Like the feeling you get when you eat too much.
Thankfully, there are the nights that come early.
As fatigue from running crazzzy, zzzig-zzzag-thought patterns
Forces sleep,
Until a simple turn rouses my brain,
And the snap, crackle, and pop begins.
Again!
Just empty your brain.
Think about nothing.
I know!
But the cat wants to eat, and I am
At the beck and call of the quiet of the early morning,
And my list that gives order to my madness.
So I rise and shine to reflect and rhyme.
Organize my day and pray.
Less thought without being thought-less.
Today I will draw that line, and
Tonight I will hopefully sleep through the turn.
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