Brain Rush

A poem

Too many ideas

Too much to process

All in my head

Never sleeping

Never resting

Dreams of chaos

Medication slows it down but only a little

Sleep or madness

Endless cycle

Round and round we go

And then down down down

Back into the vortex of my mind

Fever pitch

Must create

Earnt the capital

Earn my keep

Art doesn’t pay, only sweat

Feed me to the machine and spit me back out

To start the cycle again

Round And around

Then down down down