In this world on which I walk

None but me can hear my mind

That whips and whirls with little rest,

Jumbled thoughts to be expressed.

Independant light expressed-

Night guides the walk

Tumbling, twirling to your  mind

Joining, mingling with the rest.

“I do so deeply wish to rest...

No more, please!” my brain expressed

To my stubborn walk,

Just me alone within my mind.

I do not mind;

Now another analysis, a task without rest...

Time to be expressed!

Journeys begin with a walk.

Mind you, I like to be expressed,

But I must leave the rest some room to walk.