Birds' wings beat the air

At 314 miles per hour

Carrying on their backs

An infinite number of ideas

 

My mind, a clockwork masterpiece

Fueled by caffeine and desperation

Nothing more

 

A feather frees itself from the tallest branch

And gently falls to the forest floor

Until it is once more lifted by the breeze

And carried away

 

Such are my thoughts

Millions of separate entities

Living in discordant harmony

Existing for mere moments

At a time

 

My mind is a palace

Cluttered and spacious

Constantly rearranging

Unpredictable and wild

But mine

 

A dragon curls at the base of my brain stem

Flames licking the nerves

And a royal elf guards my memories

Dilligent in his duty

Nestled in my inspiration

Lies a restless wizard

Who prods my brain

And forces me

To carry on.