Tinfoil Helmet

The body seeks its realm to rest

But the mind screams at me to keep going

So I hunker down in my barracks

Tinfoil helmet and wooden sword in hand



Energized brain cells

Exceeding the speed

Of light

Photons of thought

Shining like suns


Radical momentum

Of neurons making

My mind Race

Like an immense

Rushing river


Notions pass through

So rapidly I cannot

Even begin to grasp

Their fleeting

Wandering nature