*running wild*
My thoughts are running rabid dog wild
Unable to be brought under control
No rationality to their intensity
A rebellion against the stillness I seek
As if all the things I must do this week
Must be done this very moment
As if every idea I ever thought
Must be acted upon in this instant
Pick up the phone and call people
Go and have a hit of tennis
Go for a walk for ten miles or more
Such a flow of agitation building
This energy I must centre and release
Before this energy grounded cease
Dissipate and leave me an empty shell
From adrenalin heights descend to hell
So with thoughts a dervish whirling
And energy transient unfurling
I slop down my coffee hot
And go wandering before active thoughts stop.
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