It seems that everything I’m exposed to
I soak up like a sponge
Til I’m sopping wet
And can take no more
And so escape to sleep
Where the drama is reflected
And continued in dreams
Til I can take no more
And wake with a gasp
And a shudder
Breathing like I just got off
A roller coaster
And thinking
“There cannot be any more space in my brain”
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