What are you doing….
“Oh Bear Stuff!”
The World Is Spinning
The mind is alight with fires,
These thoughts are the sparks.
Ideas are the fuel burning,
Or so the Angel harks.
Consciousness drawn from the weary,
Sleep is beckoning.
Cannot hear the calls of those that are buried,
In the dark everlasting.
I lay in this bed,
Mind overworking.
My head is alight with fire,
The fuel ever burning.
