The walls of the intellectual tissue pulsate
--even still at two am---
the only lullaby it has is a windy road with flashing lights
blinking and flirting with the sound playing its heart out INSIDE---
as the tail lights wave back at my eyelashes winking smile
why is everything so vivid
the world is at its slumber
and my mind it still ticking with wonder
the images projected are clear
insomnia is what I'll always fear
restless and unintentional it seems it always happens---
this girl's mind can never sit still
I'm lost in the dark
I'm at the end of my rope
in a world filled with chaos how will I ever cope?
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