I wish I had an off switch
to a million mile an hour mind
Thoughts crowd into a tiny space
No room for more but they keep coming
Peace and quiet is all I ask for
But the constant incoherent mess won't stop
Keeping me from the sleep I long for
Plaguing me with unimportant crap
Can't this all wait for tomorrow
Of course not that would be too easy
So I will lay here staring at the ceiling
Draining what little energy I have
Until my brain gets too tired to go on
Finally putting me into an exhausted stupor.