Like a River, we float on Poems

think of thing is what my brain does to keep me from losing it, but it get out of control sometimes.

maybe I should just be happy with everything but I let my thoughts go and it can be out of control.

my control on my brain is out of it

my control is not good.

my control is what it is.

when I think of how to keep it under control out there again.

oh will, it just me I guess.