Can’t Fall Asleep, A Poem

there’s a merry-go-round in my brain

and the speed is set to insane.

the more I try to slow them down,

the faster those horsies go around.

but it’s not the horsies that are in control,

it’s my twisted face ┬áin the mirror that has the role.

are you me? are you sane?

no, I’m just a dead wind in your brain.