What should I say?
What should I write?
I open my mind,
But it opens a fight.

It rages to
And rages fro.
I can not stop,
I have to go.

When will this battle
Come to an end?
When will my thinking
Clear and ascend?

My thoughts are my own,
But my thoughts care not.
They throw me to and fro
As I jump from the pot.

Out of the pot
And into the fire.
My mind runs away
As the flames rise higher.

I open my mouth,
Then close it again.
I hope for a chance
To raise my pen.

I have nothing to say.