9 February, 2006

shooting stars

Deb

it starts so brilliantly
ideas flashing like shooting stars
all the right words flow so easily
mind is racing way to fast
dancing throughout the night
impulsive spending sprees in the day
it starts to feel out of control
a built up torrent of rage
thoughts so frightening
left penniless once again
from the idiotic things I’ve bought
why, oh why, does my brain distort?

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