Flood Gate
Words line up inside my brain,
For the gate to open, they wait.
Knowing soon the flood of my mind
Will come crashing through the gate.
Silence is a world I know not,
As my mind won't ever close.
It wakes me when I try to sleep.
When I awake, before me it rose.
Trying always to concentrate
Through the mundane chores of life,
My mind bounces like a rubber ball
And causes me a lot of strife.
I start thinking�my thoughts expand
Into magnificent ideas, and then,
Before I can put a lid on things,
I'm gone, not knowing where I've been.
It's amazing how much time is spent
Walking the halls of my brain,
Gathering thoughts into sweet bouquets
Before confusion can rain.
� Kathee Tschudy, November 23, 1997.
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