Jungle head

in moments when doing is too much asked from you to do

and all being is too much to be

what do you decide to do, listening to your thoughts running wild free

so carefully

Twisted around a Center it seems like thoughts are one dark shelter

within your brain and running is too much to do

(because if do you wouldnt even know where to)

and laying is too much

And listening would hurt as it’s such

You dont even know what to listen to,

Your thoughts seem to be there but most of all they’re haunting you

You danced them all of, laughed them all gone, carefully wrote them down, felt what’s mean to be felt and still

In the morning in the light, alone or fullfilled with men at night,

your mind, all it can do is run around silently wild

I cannot catch it

In the middle

And tell it where to stay

Because it isnt steady

I am not ready

And I feel so much

Im a dreamer I can say