mind boggling

my brain is fat
chock full of thoughts
bumping and swirling around
can't control them all
an idea or two of the creative kind
a memory of work getting left behind
a shock of deadlines fast approaching
a reminder to go back and check something
did I write it down?
have I eaten?
did I make that call?
oops, forgot to listen...
what was it that she said?
something about a meeting floating in my head
Have I read that article?
did I comment?
am I already prepared?
was that email sent?
and on and on these thoughts of mine go
the half of them, you'll never know.

seasonal

Is it only a matter of time
before you become them...

Before the course of commonality
has been run to the end
and the fire of the beginning
has burned to cinder...

Before we run out of things to say
and reasons to say them,
and the silence becomes comfortable
and disheartening at the same time?

Or will you be one of the few
that hold their place in the spotlight
and never fall into the abyss of the crowd...

time.
only time.