When I can’t stop thinking

Knocking around in my head are these thoughts

Many, not many, then few, then a lot
I think about this
And I think about that
I think about things I had thought about, chats
Things to write down
And things to sing loudly
I want to share my thoughts
Do I stay humble, or go proudly?
 

Is it worth it to write?
Is it worth it to speak?
I feel if I talk that I go on for weeks
 

“Thinking a mile a minute”
More like seventeen
By the time I’ve thought one thing
I keep going,
Eighteen.
 

The thoughts are not great,
If you wondered, by the way
It’s like getting pelted with rain
Then some more,
And some rain.
Sometimes the drops have some wisdom to share
Sometimes they ask,
What would it be like to jump in that bush over there?
 

Some are intrusive
Some are elusive
Some are just stupid
Others seem, wise?
 

But then when I take up a pen and get to it
My mind just goes blank
Or just funnels it down
 

A thousand quick thoughts but my hands are so slow
And how come,
I can’t formulate what I was thinking a second ago?
 

It felt so beautiful,
Pretty,
Unique.
But pen onto paper and it feels like
Well…