Friday, 10 May 2013


My head spins with thoughts
Hidden in the dark
Waiting til my eyes close
Then suddenly, a spark

My mind begins to race
Unspoken conversations
Distracted from rest by
My imagination

Zombie hordes attacking
I put a plan in place
My ex comes crawling back
I just laugh in his face

A ghost story appears
A murdered child weeping
But while these tales play out
I'm meant to be sleeping

Run-off with some Doctor
To explore space and time
Inspired watching Castle
I plan the perfect crime

But once they are in there
These stories just won't shift
My hyperactive brain
Is a curse, not a gift

And in my waking hours
While searching for that spark
All those thoughts are hiding
And waiting for the dark.

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