My mind is so full
The gush of thoughts,
Well blows all the seals off.
First comes the personality
Next comes the present
Final gush is that of very existence.
The question, who am I, pulls the plug,
Then comes what am I for,
Later, its all whs.
To better that, the answers come by
They can only be turbulent
They fill it to the brim.
Then there is a moment it cracks,
The turbulence wins over,
But, my mind is blank again.
