On a Speedway going Nowhere

Rambling On

I have so many thoughts inside my head,
So many words that could be said,
My mind is spinning like a child’s toy top,
I try to shape my thoughts, but the top won’t stop,
The perpetual motion keeps me from thinking clearly,
I need to sort out my words to express myself sincerely,
A racing mind puts me on a speedway track,
Running at high speed with no turning back,
It’s frustrating, exhausting, and highly confusing,
Almost laughable, but not at all amusing,
It’s the beginning of something that has no ending,
An infinity sign, a path I am not recommending,
When will the checkered flag wave? When will my mind come to rest?
My thoughts are going east, and my thoughts are going west,
If my mind were an egg, I’d say it is scrambled,
Thus, this poem has developed, where I have rambled and rambled.

Tammy Harvey
Written: 7/23/2018