Once again I sit at my computer, mind racing as to what story should be told, or emotion to unfold

Sleep is lost, at my own cost, I rather be here exploring the depths of my mind looking for words to rhyme, for I am lost in my own time

So many things to be told, I can’t keep hold

Whatever comes next to be put in text, it will be a release of stress, for I find it is my new healing for cheerfulness