Mysterious mind 🥲

One can only imagine what I would find

If I delved inside where eyes were blind

With a recorder on catchup that I could rewind

But would I be able to make sense of it all?

Through the ticking and tin of that tinnitus bawl

Which I realise thru the wee small hours, drives you up the wall

Suffering in your solitude of appall

I fear your bonkers brain has busted a fuse

Sleeplessness is an agonising abuse

Yet an insomniac should be never a life one would chose