The Over-thinker's Lament

Cerebral silence
Emerging from the din
Finally free from the
Depths of my fragmented

Thoughts

The mad rush, sweet
Hectic confusion,
Full and all at once
Empty.

Free from the chains of
Neurons and myelin,
The gossamer threads of
Sanity weave into
My subconscious.

When will permanence
And solidarity reign?
Flighty whim and
Avarice are at play,

But I do not
Invite them in.