Birds in my Brain

 What does it feel like not to think?

No birds in my brain,

(pecking at my thought receptors),

causing me to over-analyze

every scenario that stumbles my way.

Poison the birds' feed,

and abruptly end the play.


Imagine!

Wait! 

Oh crap!

I'm thinking right now.

How do I stop it?

This whole concept is paradoxical.

Trying to understand insanity,

It is comical.

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