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, sweet friends I haven’t met yet,
Allow me to re-introduce myself.
“The free caffeine I nabbed to speed me
I grabbed from Peets so freely,
It pleased me, breezing from knee deep to key’s sheen.
And it all unlocks.”