Getting It Out Of The System

Sitting in front of my key board.
Writing the words going through my gourd.
Not really sure just what makes sense.
I'm not really sure if I'm just dense.
It's true.

Out there, feeling confused.
Havin' trouble staying enthused.
Not really sure where these thoughts are going.
Signs of tiredness have started showing.It's true.
Havin' trouble closing my eyes.I found out it's 2:00, what surprise.
To me.

Thinking 'bout things, but I'm on the fence.
Gettin' it outta my system in a sense.
Typing away without pause.
An insomniac with a cause.
Tonight.

I'm feelin' a bit slow, and a bit dense.
Not that much begins to make sense.
Trying to decide, but I'm on the fence.
Tonight.

You know what? I'm gonna confess.
My brains a bit muddled and a bit of a mess.
I'm a bit confused to the core.
I can't remember five seconds before.
Oh no.

Typing away at my keyboard.
Writing the words in my gourd.
Hoping my work comes to fruition.
Hoping for some Absolution.
Just hoping I get some sleep.
Just wating for some sleep.
Today....Fuck.