If...
I could remove this hat of mentation
releasing it to the wind
I...
would no longer dive, deeply in thought
drowning in a sea of words
Could...
this ink sleep quietly, beneath a silver moon
leaving me in peace
Release...
this mind consumed by restless nights
to sleep in tranquility
These...
escaped emotions freely, blowing in the wind
my thinking cap removed
Thoughts...
colored by feelings, portraits painted by words
weeping canvas
For...
constantly juggling a million words in my head
is unbearably painful
A ...
path worn bare, by many sleepless nights
my mind walks
Day...
of poetic poverty, where words are scarce
shall leave me refreshed
And tomorrow the wind shall return my hat
my thinking cap, sturdily in place
for a poet never sleeps
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