The non-sleepy head.

by justbekozlowski

My brain,

Is a drain,

Which drives just like a train,

Sometimes filled with rubbish,

But busy all the same.

My brain is a crane,

Picking up bits in the rain,

When it should be warm at home,

It’s driving me insane.

My brain when it sleeps,

Holds it focus,

For a while,

But wakes me up,

Quite often,

Like an excited birthday child.