The tumbling begins when all is silent.
One right after another rushes to the surface of my mind.
Millions of thoughts come, but I never find answers
This tortures me as I try to sleep.
They are like pesky flies that won\'t let me dream.
they race,
I can\'t grasp or make since of one...
yet I hear the whispers every contemplation makes.
I wish my mind would just give me a break.
Instead it becomes a super computer,
searching, the screen flashes behind my eyelids.
I try to turn it off, but this is hopeless.
Eventually exhaustion will take over,
and I will greatfully embrace it.
to be able to rest,
I indulge in the fact that my mind for once is quiet.