This is a desperate mind kept cluttered
With its creativity clawing to escape,
To build lives for its ideas and thoughts
Beyond the boundaries of this stifling
Introverted place of their inception.
Beginnings wrestling one another
For a chance to find their endings,
Never sure of prolonged existence
In a world lost to the chaotic energy
Of an addicted mind high on visions.
There’s a force that keeps thoughts
Moving so fast that all must slow down
To a pace that forces frustration forward.
An overwhelming need to accommodate
That which selfishly steals space in mind.