My mind is plagued and fearful fraught
By all the stupid things I’ve bought,
And untold hours I have wasted.
All all this time I could have tasted
Sweeter waters that would quench.
This thirstiness won’t go to bed.
I’m chasing dreams that won’t come true.
Please tell me what to do.
I fear hiatus I must take.
But will I slowly go insane
If I can’t write what’s in my head
Before I finally go to bed?