So many things run through my mind
Jumbled and confused and unintelligible
Dreams make no sense
Random thoughts bouncing 'round
Writing helps me focus
On what, I have no idea
Until my fingers find the keys
And the words come forth
Flowing freely from my mind
From my heart
From my soul
My thoughts still run streaming through my mind
Like a pixilated digital channel
Or a grainy black and white film from the 1930's
The kind with no sound...
And I can't read lips.