Circles In The Mind Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The thoughts go continuously around in my head,
I listen too carefully, to distinguish what is said.

I follow each idea, around and around,
I worry about each nuance, each meaning, each sound.

I spend all my time floating in this prison of the mind,
I lose all focus, it's the exit I can't find.

I must get back to earth, at least one foot on the ground,
Get away from the blur, distinguish one sound.

I know the way out of here, one very simple way,
To focus on something I love, to whom should I pray?

I now can finally slip out of the carousel in the brain,
Grasp reality one more time before I go insane!