My brain was rambling and scrambling
for the closest exit I could find
which really I could not see nor hear nor taste.
I have no limits to eating, I fill myself up to the very fullest because
somehow after devouring bowls and plates my stomach is full but I am still empty.
And my feet — why do they feel so heavy?
I can almost feel how the tracks are left in the concrete floor
as I dragged my heavy metal legs back into my room.
Then I stare at the bed, because I don’t want to keep sleeping
but am so tired to do anything else, I can’t feel motivated.
And I drag myself out again to the pantry, and I open
and close the fridge.
My brain is rambling and scrambling the eggs in my mind,
the potential of today — a wasted day!
And I drag myself back again with rambling words and scrambling minds.