My mind is a train station
Steam engines and bullet trains
Rush past my lonely form
As I wait for one to stop
My mind is ocean waves
Crashing into rocky shores
Tumbling over themselves
I am carried by the current
My mind is building blocks
A colourful mess
Of different shapes
I struggle to put together
My mind is an attic
Cluttered and dusty
Light shines through muddy glass
I close the shutters
My mind is song lyrics
Fragmented words
A stuttered rhythm
I hum my sad lullaby
