it builds inside to a point
that makes it harder to know
just why it is that you feel this way

the little things grow
bigger to ridiculous levels
it niggles
and swamps
the brain won't slow
and songs continue to play
when you need them to stop

i like blue - that's not right for me
it feels different
maybe black
but mostly a jumble that turns and turns

dreaming of quiet silence
space and no things
barren and cold away from songs and idioms
not needing to project
something which i am not

trapped but mustn't feel that way
so many good things
swept aside
when thinking like this
silly really
but unable to shake