When I think too much,
Words flow through my brain.
I can't get a handle on them,
They drive me insane.

Sometimes they're a pattern,
And often they are scenes.
Its hard to understand,
What each one means.

When I pick up the computer,
And place my hands on the keys.
I don't have any trouble,
The words flow with ease.

Perhaps they'll make me famous,
Or bring tears to someone's eyes.
All I know is that when they're out,
More are there to terrorize.