My My head is like a pinball game Bouncing from side to side Jumping up and then down It takes me on an amusement ride My mind is like a race track Thoughts travel round n round Frequently hitting the barriers So often that I've lost count My brain feels like it sparks Ready to spontaneously combust At any moment an explosion Will leave me with just dust Thoughts like a jack in the box, Turn the handle and surprise At the point of no returning This is what thinking comprises There may be a meltdown My reactors will burst The confusion will leak Unless I can get it reversed ©Schizology

Schizology

Where are you Ferrero rocher A full jar of Nutella But where did you go ©Schizology

Schizology

As I'm trying to Thoughts twirl around My mind goes beep At every little sound As I'm laying to rest Thinking goes frantic My brain is a pest It runs very erratic As I'm there relaxing My head goes haywire Inside there's laughing Rapid and very hyper As I'm counting sheep Hoping to drift away Scenarios begin to seep My imagination is at play As I'm wondering when Will my brain shut down I'll be able to then I'll be back to level ground ©Schizology

Schizology

An educated mind without purpose is like a lighthouse without light; it stands tall but guides no one. ©Srinivas

Srinivas

My My head is like a pinball game Bouncing from side to side Jumping up and then down It takes me on an amusement ride My mind is like a race track Thoughts travel round n round Frequently hitting the barriers So often that I've lost count My brain feels like it sparks Ready to spontaneously combust At any moment an explosion Will leave me with just dust Thoughts like a jack in the box, Turn the handle and surprise At the point of no returning This is what thinking comprises There may be a meltdown My reactors will burst The confusion will leak Unless I can get it reversed ©Schizology

Schizology

Where are you Ferrero rocher A full jar of Nutella But where did you go ©Schizology

Schizology

As I'm trying to Thoughts twirl around My mind goes beep At every little sound As I'm laying to rest Thinking goes frantic My brain is a pest It runs very erratic As I'm there relaxing My head goes haywire Inside there's laughing Rapid and very hyper As I'm counting sheep Hoping to drift away Scenarios begin to seep My imagination is at play As I'm wondering when Will my brain shut down I'll be able to then I'll be back to level ground ©Schizology

Schizology

An educated mind without purpose is like a lighthouse without light; it stands tall but guides no one. ©Srinivas

Srinivas