I picture the mind like a bottle and stopper sometimes. When it's contents are filled to capacity and the skull feels like a shook-up soda bottle, I choose to remove the stopper and let thoughts pour out onto paper.
“Please forgive my foolishness.
I’m getting over a bad breakup with my masculine side.”
“But the road is long and daunting,
And even my own dreamscape has money against me.
So how In the world do you still love yourself like you’re the champ?”