Release

With my mind in overdrive I sit on the stairs,
My favourite spot to air my aires.

Phone out, notes open I start to write,
Nails tippity tapping with all their might.

You see I can't settle until they're out,
Words and thoughts out they spout.

Love and life and current affairs,
all pour out of me with no real cares.

This is my outlet when my mind is alive,
It gives me the space and peace I strive.

When I'm done it's back to the grind,
Comforted by my freshly emptied mind