Exhausted Thinking
Feels like my mind is gone, my brain-is-fried,
Thoughts keep coming, I guess it remains-alive,
Driven to the point of insanity, which lane-do-I-drive?
Trying to keep my head up, like a sniper, 'cause I aim-high,
Truth to God, I'm the Dare-devil behind a curtain, so I stage-dive,
I can't claim-why but lately, I have been so damn enraged-see-I've,
Gotten startled, then I got crazy like a shaken up raged-bee-hive,
Just pretty sick an tired of all the crap that's been rolling-on,
Needed a little outlet to vent tonight, besides that, I'm going-strong,
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